(Siegfried stands deep in thought. #66)
Mime: I gave it gladly to the child. (#66) What trouble Mime took! What pains [“Noth”] the good man went to! (#105 over #41 duple vari:) ‘From a suckling babe I brought you up … (:#105 over #41 duple)’
Siegfried: I think you’ve recalled that already! (#66) Now say why (#92) my name is Siegfried!
Mime: (#92?) Your mother said I might name you so: as Siegfried you’d grow to be strong and good-looking – (#102 vari?:; #105/#41 duple vari:) ‘I warmed the little mite with clothes … (:#102?; :#105/#41 duple)’
Siegfried: (#66) Now tell me, what was my mother called?
Mime: Truly, I scarcely know! – (#105/#41 duple vari:) ‘Food and drink I brought to you … (:#105/#41 duple)’
Siegfried: (animatedly) (#66) You have to tell me her name!
Mime: It’s slipped my mind … no, wait! (#102? or #97?:) She who gave you to me in her grief may well have been called Sieglinde (:#102? or #97?) – (#105/#41 duple:) I tended you as my second self [“eig’ne Haut”] …’
Siegfried: (with increasing insistence: #66 vari:) Now I ask what my father was called.
Mime: (roughly) Him have I never seen.
Siegfried: But didn’t my mother speak his name?
