Sieglinde: (Pushing his hair away from his forehead and gazing at him in astonishment.) [Sieglinde notices his brow and its veins] (#74:) I tremble to tell of the bliss that transports me (:#74) – (#20a?:) a wonder seeks to forewarn me: you whom I first beheld today my eyes have seen before (:#20a?)!
Siegmund: (#24:) A dream of love forewarns me, too (:#24): ([[ #76: ]]; #76 vari:; #63:; #74:) in fervent longing I’ve seen you before!
Sieglinde: my own likeness [“Bild”] I glimpsed in the brook – and now I see it again: as once it rose from the pool, to me now you show that likeness (:#76; :#76 vari; :#63; :#74)!
Siegmund: (#25 or #40?:) You are the likeness I hid within me (:#25 or #40).
Sieglinde: (quickly averting her eyes) O hush! Let me hark to your voice: I think that I heard its sound as a child – but no! I heard it of late (#40 or #64 vari?:) when the ring of my voice re-echoed throughout the wood (:#40 or #64 vari?).
Siegmund: (#40?:) O sweetest of sounds (:#40?) (#64:) to which I hearken (:#64)!
Sieglinde: (gazing into his eyes again: #71; #57:) Your eye’s smouldering glance glinted upon me ere now: - (#20a vari?:) so the greybeard looked as he greeted me once and brought comfort to me in my sadness. By his glance his child knew who he was (:#20a vari?) – I wanted to call out his name – is Woeful really what you are called?
Siegmund: Do not call me so now that you love me: (#75?:) I’m lord of sublimest delights (:#75?)!
Sieglinde: And happy, you cannot call yourself Friedmund [“peaceful”?]?
Siegmund: Name me yourself as you’d like me called: (#75:) I’ll take my name from you (:#75).
