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The Master Singers of Nuremberg.
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Walter.
This truly should be my proper groove.
I frankly state that what did move
Me from my land to part
Was solely love of Art.
I had forgotten to announce it,
But now in public I pronounce it:
A Master Singer I would be.
Ope, Master, pray, the Guild to me.
I frankly state that what did move
Me from my land to part
Was solely love of Art.
I had forgotten to announce it,
But now in public I pronounce it:
A Master Singer I would be.
Ope, Master, pray, the Guild to me.
(Other Masters have entered and advanced.)
Pogner (to those near him).
Kunz Vogelgesang—Friend Nachtigal!
Hear what I've got to tell you all!
This noble knight, a friend of mine,
In the Master Art doth seek to shine.
Hear what I've got to tell you all!
This noble knight, a friend of mine,
In the Master Art doth seek to shine.
(Greetings and introductions.)
Beckmesser (still aside).
Once more I'll essay him, but if he'll not waver
I'll strive with my voice to win the maid's favor:
In silent night, heard only by her.
I'll se if my singing her heart can stir.
I'll strive with my voice to win the maid's favor:
In silent night, heard only by her.
I'll se if my singing her heart can stir.
(turns.)
What man is that?
Pogner. (to Walter).
'Faith, I am glad!
Old times are come again, my lad.
Old times are come again, my lad.
Beckmesser (aside).
I mislike his looks!
Pogner (continuing).
In your demand
My influence you may command.
My influence you may command.
Beckmesser (as before).
What wants he here, with his smiling air?
Pogner (as before).
Truly I helped you your lands to sell,
In our Guild I'll enter you now as well.
In our Guild I'll enter you now as well.
Beckmesser (as before).
Hallo, Sixtus? of him beware!
Walter (to Pogner).
Best thanks I proffer
And gratitude offer!
Then have I permission
To seek for admission
As striver for the prize,
And Master-Singer to rise?
And gratitude offer!
Then have I permission
To seek for admission
As striver for the prize,
And Master-Singer to rise?
Beckmesser.
Oho! that's nice! His ideas are not addled!
Pogner.
Sir Walter, these things with rules are saddled.
To-day is "Trial": I'll state your case:
The Masters will always lend me their face.
To-day is "Trial": I'll state your case:
The Masters will always lend me their face.
(The Master Singers have now all assembled, Sachs the last.)
Sachs.
God greet ye, Masters!
Vogelgesang.
Are all ariven?
Beckmesser.
Yes. Sachs is here too.
Nachtigal.
Let names be given.
Fritz Kothner (produces a list, stands apart from the rest and calls):
To hold a Trial-examination,
Masters, I give ye invitation:
Of one and all
The names I call,
And first my own, which, though I note ne'er,
I answer to and am Fritz Kothner.
Are you there, Veit Pogner?
Masters, I give ye invitation:
Of one and all
The names I call,
And first my own, which, though I note ne'er,
I answer to and am Fritz Kothner.
Are you there, Veit Pogner?
Pogner.
Here at hand.
(sits.)
Kothner.
Kunz Vogelgesang?
Vogelgesang.
Yes, here I stand.
(sits.)
Kothner.
Hermann Ortel?
Ortel.
Comes when he ought.
(sits.)
Kothner.
Balthazar Zorn?
Zorn.
Ne'er late I'm caught.
(sits.)
Kothner.
Conrad Nachtigal?
Nachtigal.
True as my song.
(sits.)
Kothner.
Augustin Moser?
Moser.
Here all along.
(sits.)
Kothner.
Nicholas Vogel?—No?
A Prentice
(jumping up from his seat at back).
He's ill.
Kothner.
God send him recovery!
All the Masters.
Amen!
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