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Updated: May 18, 2025
Or is there danger in it?... The fact that Master Pogner speaks for him has its weight, certainly..." "If he is to be welcomed among us," says Kothner, somewhat forbiddingly, "he must show proper recommendations." "Do not mistake me," Pogner hastens to say; "Though I wish him good fortune, I have no thought of waiving any rule. Put to him, gentlemen, the customary questions."
"Did you gather anything from that torrent of words?" Beckmesser asks, with his eyebrows up among his hair, of his fellow-masters. "Now, masters, if you please," Kothner directs, "let the Marker take his seat. Does his lordship," to Walther, "choose a sacred subject?" "One that is sacred to me!" the young man answers magnificently; "The banner of Love I swing and I sing and cherish good hope!"
That is what has from the first bothered Beckmesser, in Pogner's counsel before this making public of his idea. The general mood is changed by this revelation. "Does it strike you as judicious?" Beckmesser privately consults Kothner; "Dangerous I call it!" "Do I understand aright," asks Kothner; "that we are placed in the hands of the young lady?
As he said in answer to Kothner, what should be put into his song unless the essence of all he had known and lived? Glimmering beneath the rosy light of dawn, the air being laden with the scent of flowers, a garden, he sings, full of never before imagined attractions, had invited him to enter it.... "That was a stanza." Sachs states, as Walther pauses.
These assemble to the sound of what we will call their unofficial march; then, to their great march, they walk to their places on the stand, Kothner waving the banner of the guild, and the people acclaiming. Pogner escorts Eva to the seat of honour.
He murmurs, taking the seat: "For your sake, beloved, it shall be done!" "The singer sits!" announces Kothner. "Begin!" shouts Beckmesser out of sight. From Beckmesser's cry "Begin!"
Why, he can't even walk!... Keep quiet! He is an eminent master! He is the town-clerk.... Lord, what a muff! He is toppling over!... Be still, and stop your jokes; he has a seat and a voice in the committee!..." "Silentium! Silentium!" calls the chorus of little heralds. And Kothner: "Begin!"
It is easy to see that these critics are symbolized by the old pedant Beckmesser, and that in Walter we have Wagner himself. When he is first brought in contact with the Mastersingers, and one of their number, Kothner, asks him if he gained his knowledge in any school, he replies, "The wood before the Vogelweid', 'twas there I learnt my singing;" and again he answers: "What winter night.
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