"You shall not have the gold! 'T is mine! Long years have I toiled and
waited! The gold is mine, I say!" "Yours?" Alberich snarled in scorn.
"Yours? You snatched it from the Rhine-daughters, did you? You paid the
price to mould that ring?"
And Mimi raved:
"Who made the helmet, that wondrous cap that in a flash can change a man
into anything he wants to be?"