(#24; #25: Freia is placed in the middle by the two giants. #26a; #28?: They then drive their staves into the ground on either side of her so as to measure her height and breadth)
Fafner: (#26a; #28:) Our staves have been set to the pledge’s size (:#26a; :#28): let the hoard, when heaped high, fill the space!
Wotan: Make haste with the work: it irks me greatly.
Loge: Help me, Froh!
Froh: Freia’s shame (#26a:) I hasten to end (:#26a).
(Loge and Froh hurriedly pile up the trinkets between the staves: #28; #41; #26a)
Fafner: Don’t pack it so lightly and loosely: (#41: He roughly presses the trinkets closer together. #26a) tightly and densely get him to fill the measure! (#46: He bends down to look for chinks.) Here I can still see through: stop up those gaps) (:#46)!
Wotan: (turning away in displeasure) Deep in my breast (#41:; #25:) the shame of it sears me.
Fricka: See the goddess standing there, outraged in her disgrace (:#41; :#25), (#24:) her suffering glance (:#24) begging silently for redemption. You wicked man! It’s you brought this down on the goddess of love [“Minnigen” – i.e. “goddess of love”?]!
Fafner: (#26a; #41:) Still more over here (:#26a; :#41)!
Donner: I can scarcely control my anger: (#25?) the shameless creature rouses my seething rage!
[Donner threatens Fafner, but Fafner mocks Donner’s impotence.]
Wotan: (#28:) Peace now! I think that Freia’s already hidden (:#28).
