Mime: (#103 inverted:) I’m happy for you to hunt down bears: but why bring brown bears home alive (:#103 inverted)?
Siegfried: (sitting down to recover from his laughter) I was seeking a better companion than the one sitting here at home; (#103:) deep in the forest I wound my horn (:#103) till it echoed far and wide: would some good-hearted friend be glad to join me, I asked by means of that sound. (#103) From the bushes came a bear which, growling, gave me ear; I liked him better than you, but might find better ones yet: (#103 inverted:) I bridled him then with a length of tough bast to ask you, you scoundrel, about the sword (:#103 inverted).
(#103 frags: [possibly the #103 frag which accompanies Siegfried’s forging song, #124, in S.1.3?]; #124?: He jumps up and goes over to the anvil. Mime picks up the sword in order to hand it to Siegfried.)
Mime: (#103 frags >>>:) I’ve made the weapon sharp, you’ll be pleased with its keen-edged blade.
(He anxiously holds on to the sword, which Siegfried wrenches away from him with some violence.)
Siegfried: (#103 frags:) What use is a shining blade if the steel’s not tough and tempered (:#103 frags)? (testing the sword: #92) Hey! What worthless toy is this? (#92) This puny pin you call a sword?
(He smashes it on the anvil, so that the splinters fly off in all directions; Mime cowers away in terror.)
Siegfried: [[ #104 >>>: ]] There, take the pieces, you shameful bungler: (#104 scale varis) if only I’d smashed them against your skull! – How much more must the braggart dupe me? [[ #104 >>>: ]] He prates about giants and well-fought battles, of doughty deeds and well-made arms; he makes me weapons and fashions swords; he vaunts his art [“Kunst”] as though he could do aught aright: when I take in my hand whatever he’s hammered, I can crush the trash in a single grip (:#104)!
