RiCHARD W A GNER - Chandos
RiCHARD W A GNER - Chandos
RiCHARD W A GNER - Chandos
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With none to take their measure!<br />
Sing to the mob in the streets and the market,<br />
Here, singers are ruled by the laws of singing<br />
Sachs<br />
Friend Marker, why so hotly burning?<br />
You are upset, I fear<br />
Your judgment might be more discerning<br />
Had you a keener ear!<br />
And so, now hear my final word,<br />
That the singer to the end must be heard<br />
Beckmesser<br />
The Masters’ Guild and all the Schools,<br />
Set against Sachs are nought but fools!<br />
Sachs<br />
Now God forbid that I should claim<br />
To flout our laws or deny their aim!<br />
’Tis written in this fashion:<br />
The Marker shall be chosen so,<br />
‘That, free from hate and passion,<br />
He shall not swerve for friend or foe’<br />
Now if our Marker goes a wooing,<br />
Can he refrain his best from doing<br />
To make his rival seem a fool,<br />
And shame him here before the School?<br />
Nachtigal<br />
You go too far!<br />
Kothner<br />
Our wrath beware!<br />
Pogner<br />
I pray you, Masters, no more strife!<br />
Beckmesser<br />
Ei! What is it to Master Sachs then,<br />
What I may see fit to do?<br />
Let him pay more attention to cobbling,<br />
And make a better shoe!<br />
But since my cobbler has taken to verse,<br />
The shoes he makes, have grown worse and<br />
worse;<br />
Unsound throughout, they flap all about!<br />
This stuff he loves to scrawl<br />
He can just keep it all<br />
His lays and plays, his farcical muse,<br />
If he’ll just bring me my fine new shoes!<br />
Sachs<br />
That’s true I must admit,<br />
But do you think it fit,<br />
That if I write a paltry verse<br />
On the donkey‐driver’s shoe,<br />
Our wise and learned Sir Town Clerk<br />
Should not have his verses too?<br />
But verses worthy of your choice,<br />
Among all the humble poems I voice,<br />
Found I as yet not one!<br />
But now, perhaps ’twill come,<br />
When Sir Walter’s Song I’ve heard,<br />
Let him sing on now undisturbed!<br />
Mastersingers<br />
No further! an end! No more, no more!<br />
Sachs (to Walther)<br />
Sing, just to make the Masters roar!<br />
Beckmesser<br />
What use is all our schooling?<br />
Such singing is but fooling!<br />
Walther<br />
Now from the thorny thicket,<br />
The owl flies through the wood<br />
With hoots and cries,<br />
He wakens the raven’s croaking brood;<br />
Now calls the dusky crowd<br />
To rise and shriek aloud:<br />
With voices hoarse and hollow,<br />
The crows and jackdaws follow!<br />
Up then soars, on golden pinions borne,<br />
A bird to greet the morn,<br />
With wondrous plumage o’er me,<br />
Serene in Heaven high;<br />
It gleams and floats before me,<br />
And lures me on to fly<br />
Now swells my heart, with tender smart,<br />
As wings by need are given;<br />
To mountain height, in dauntless flight,<br />
From city’s tomb, towards its home,<br />
Its wings are surely driven,<br />
To meadows where the song of birds,<br />
The Master first revealed in words;<br />
Where I my song will raise<br />
In fairest woman’s praise:<br />
There on high,<br />
Though ravenmasters croak and cry,<br />
My song of love shall swell!<br />
On earth, ye Masters, farewell!<br />
(The utmost confusion breaks out during Walther’s<br />
song.)<br />
Beckmesser<br />
Every fault, both great and small!<br />
Look you here – do but see the slate<br />
‘Faulty verse’ – ‘unsingable phrases’<br />
‘Word clippings’ – I reprehend<br />
‘Aequivoca!’ – ‘Rhymes in unfit places!’<br />
‘Reversed’, ‘misplaced’ from end to end<br />
A ‘Patchwork Song’ here, filling the pauses!<br />
‘Hazy meaning’, see everywhere<br />
‘Unmeaning words’, ‘Breaking off’, ‘Lame clauses’<br />
There ‘Faulty breathing’, ‘Surprises’ here!<br />
Incomprehensible melody<br />
A mixing up of all tones that be<br />
If you are equal to this strain,<br />
Masters, count all his faults again<br />
Already at the eighth he was cast,<br />
But so long as he, no man did ever last<br />
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