Loge: (#41:; #46:) The hoard is spent (:#41; :#46).
Fafner: (casting a careful eye over the hoard, looking for chinks: #29:) Holda’s hair still glints through the gold (:#29): that trinket yonder add to the hoard!
Loge: What? The helmet as well?
Fafner: (#42:) Be quick, give it here (:#42)!
Wotan: All right, let it go!
Loge: (throwing the Tarnhelm on to the hoard) So we seem to be finished! – Are you content?
Fasolt: Freia the fair I see no longer: and so she’s been ransomed? Have I to lose her? (#46; #41) (He moves closer and peers through the hoard: #24; #25:) Alas! Her glance still gleams on me here; her starry eye still shines upon me: (#24; #25:) I cannot but see it through the crack! – (beside himself) While I still see this lovely eye (:#24; #25), (#37:) I’ll not give up the woman (:#37).
Fafner: Hey! I advise you, stop up this cranny!
Loge: You’re never satisfied! Can’t you see that the hoard’s all gone?
Fafner: By no means, friend! On wotan’s finger a ring of gold still glints: give that to fill the cranny!
Wotan: What? This ring?
Loge: (#16?:) Let me advise you! This gold belongs to the Rhine’s fair daughters: Wotan is giving it back to them (:#16?).
