Fafner: (#126 tympani) What’s that there?
Siegfried: Hey, if you’re a beast that’s able to talk, there’s someone here who doesn’t know fear. Is he able to learn it from you?
Fafner: (#126 tympani) Are you so foolhardy?
Siegfried: Hardy or foolhardy – what do I know? But I’ll lay you low if you don’t teach me fear!
Fafner: (emitting a noise like laughter: #126 tympani) I wanted a drink but food I find, too!
(#48?: He opens his jaws and reveals his teeth.)
Siegfried: (#?: [childish-sounding musical phrase possibly recurs in T.3.1 when Siegfried converses with the Rhinedaughters and mocks their warning about Alberich’s curse on the ring?]) That’s an elegant gizzard you’re showing me there: grinning teeth in a gourmet’s mouth (:#?)! Good it would be to stop up your gullet; your jaws are gaping too wide! (#126 tympani)
Fafner: (#126:) For empty words they serve me ill: my gullet’s good for gulping you down (:#126) (#81 or #84 or #85 in bass?)
Siegfried: Hoho, you grisly grim-hearted churl, I feel no desire to fill your maw: but it seems only fit and proper that you die here without delay.
Fafner: (roaring: #126) Bah! Come here, you boastful child!
Siegfried: Take care, you roaring beast: the boastful child draws near!
(#109: He draws his sword, leaps towards Fafner and stands there, challenging him. Fafner drags himself further up the slope and spits at Siegfried through his nostrils. #48. Siegfried avoids the
