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] GRAND OPERA LIBRETTOS GERMAN AND ENGLISH TEXT AND MUSIC OF THE LEADING MOTIVES TRISTAN UND ISOLDE (TRISTAN AND ISOLDA) BY WAGNER OLIVER DITSON COMPANY BOSTON CHAS. H. DITSON & CO _New York_ LYON & HEALY _Chicago_ TRISTAN AND ISOLDA _OPERA IN THREE ACTS_ BY RICHARD WAGNER BOSTON OLIVER DITSON COMPANY CHAS. H. DITSON & CO. NEW YORK LYON & HEALY CHICAGO THE STORY OF "TRISTAN AND ISOLDA" ACT I Tristan, a valiant Cornish knight, is bringing Isolda, princess of Ireland, over as a bride for his uncle, King Mark. He is himself in
love with her, but owing to a blood feud between them, forces himsel f to conceal his passion. Isolda, in anger at his seeming unkindness, attempts to poison herself and him, but her attendant, BrangÃ¦na, changes the draft for a love potion, which enflames their passion beyond power of restraint. ACT II Isolda has been wedded to King Mark, but holds stolen interviews wit h Tristan, during one of which they are surprised, for Tristan has bee n betrayed by a jealous friend, Melot. Touched by King Mark's bitter reproaches, Tristan provokes Melot to fight and suffers himself to b e mortally wounded. ACT III Tristan's faithful servant, Kurvenal, has carried his wounded master to his native home in Brittany, where he is carefully tended. Isolda has also been sent for, as being skilled above all others in the healing art. The excitement of her approach only hastens Tristan's death, and he breathes his last sigh in her arms. Mark has followed Isolda; he has had matters explained, and is prepared to reunite the lovers, but it is too late. Isolda utters her lament over the body o f her lover, and her heart breaks: in death alone are they united. * * * * *
DRAMATIS PERSONÃ† TRISTAN KING MARK ISOLDA KURVENAL MELOT BRANGÃ†NA A SHEPHERD A STEERSMAN SAILORS, KNIGHTS, AND ESQUIRES TRISTAN AND ISOLDA. ACT I. [_A pavilion erected on the deck of a ship, richly hung with
tapestry, quite closed in at back at first. A narrow hatchway at one side leads below into the cabin_.] SCENE I. ISOLDA _on a couch, her face buried in the cushions. --_BRANGÃ†NA_ holding open a curtain, looks over the side of the vessel_. THE VOICE OF A YOUNG SAILOR (_from above as if at the mast-head_). ISOLDA (_starting up suddenly_). What wight dares insult me? (_She looks round in agitation_.) BrangÃ¦na, ho! Say, where sail we? BRANGÃ†NA (_at the opening_). Bluish stripes are stretching along the west: swiftly sails the ship to shore; if restful the sea by eve we shall readily set foot on land. ISOLDA. What land? BRANGÃ†NA. Cornwall's verdant strand. ISOLDA. Never more! To-day nor to-morrow! BRANGÃ†NA. What mean you, mistress? say! (_She lets the curtain fall and hastens to_ ISOLDA.) ISOLDA (_with wild gaze_). O fainthearted child, false to thy fathers! Ah, where, mother, hast given thy might that commands the wave and the tempest? O subtle art of sorcery, for mere leech-craft followed too long! Awake in me once more, power of will! Arise from thy hiding within my breast! Hark to my bidding, fluttering breezes!
Arise and storm in boisterous strife! With furious rage and hurricane's hurdle waken the sea from slumbering calm; rouse up the deep to its devilish deeds! Shew it the prey which gladly I proffer! Let it shatter this too daring ship and enshrine in ocean each shred! And woe to the lives! Their wavering death-sighs I leave to ye, winds, as your lot. BRANGÃ†NA (_in extreme alarm and concern for_ ISOLDA). Out, alas! Ah, woe! I've ever dreaded some ill!-Isolda! mistress! Heart of mine! What secret dost thou hide? Without a tear thou'st quitted thy father and mother, and scarce a word of farewell to friends thou gavest; leaving home thou stood'st, how cold and still! pale and speechless on the way, food rejecting, reft of sleep, stern and wretched, wild, disturbed; how it pains me so to see thee! Friends no more we seem, being thus estranged. Make me partner in thy pain! Tell me freely all thy fears! Lady, thou hearest, sweetest and dearest; if for true friend you take me, your confidant O make me! ISOLDA. Air! air! or my heart will choke! Open! open there wide! (BRANGÃ†NA _hastily draws the centre curtains apart_.) SCENE II.
must our sails be weighted. Think'st highly of yon minion? BRANGÃ†NA (_following her glance_). The hero of creation. Round the mainmast sailors are ensconced . wind strong and wild! Woe. coward knight!-Death-devoted head! Death-devoted heart!-(_laughing unnaturally_). how hold you him? BRANGÃ†NA.] THE YOUNG SAILOR (_at the mast-head invisible_). Whom mean'st thou? ISOLDA. Once beloved-now removed-brave and bright. From the mast-head above is once more heard the voice of the young sailor_. his happy country's pride.[_The whole length of the ship is now seen. ah woe for my child! ISOLDA (_whose eyes have at once sought_ TRISTAN _and fixed stonily on him--gloomily_). also seated. There. a little apart stands_ TRISTAN_ folding his arms and thoughtfully gazing out to sea. busied with ropes. with the sea and horizon beyond. beyond them in the stern are groups of knights an d attendants. While to the king. he brings the corpse-like bride!-Seems it so senseless . In shrinking trepidation his shame he seeks to hide.-whose fame so high and wide? ISOLDA (_jeeringly_). his relation. at his feet_ KURVENAL _reclines carelessly. lady mine? Extolled by ev'ry nation. that hero who from mine eyes averts his own: in shrinking shame my gaze he shuns-Say. down to the stern. where waitest thou? Say. filled by thy sighs unbated? Waft us. Mean you Sir Tristan. The wind so wild blows homewards now. my Irish child.
her eyes still turned sternward_. Shall I beseech him to attend thee? ISOLDA. but to meet her his heart is daunted. Sir Tristan. My lord. BRANGÃ†NA. order him: pray. TRISTAN. sinks back on the couch. Tristan! Message from Isolda! TRISTAN (_starting_). dare he approach my side? No courteous heed or loyal care this hero t'wards his lady turns. BRANGÃ†NA.] KURVENAL (_observing BrangÃ¦na's approach. Dame Isolda would have speech with you at once.) What would my lady? I her liegeman. this knight so highly vaunted! Oh! he wots well the cause! To the traitor go.) Beware. ISOLDA. following her with fixed gaze. our gracious host. Is she with travel worn? The end is near: nay. plucks Tristan by the rob e without rising_. Isolda do command it! [_At an imperious sign from ISOLDA BRANGÃ†NA withdraws and timidly walks along the deck towards the stern. fain will listen while her loyal woman tells her will. straightway should he approach. bearing his lady's will! As my servant bound. What is't?--Isolda?-(_He quickly regains his composure as BRANGÃ†NA approaches and curtsies to him_. where she remains seated during the following. Nay.What I say? Go ask himself. past the working sailors. ere the set of sun . understand it:-I.
All that your mistress commands me. go to her. Sir Tristan. May I an answer make her? TRISTAN. look you. Sir Tristan. I shall mind.-this is my lady's wish. he brings the king his bride. If I unheeding left the helm. BRANGÃ†NA. TRISTAN. Where yonder verdant meadows in distance dim are mounting.sight we the land. In any station where I stand I truly serve but her. my master. how might I pilot her ship in surety to King Mark? BRANGÃ†NA. list to me: this one thing my lady wills. What wouldst thou wish to reply? KURVENAL. there where she waits for thee. . My lord. and understand it. waits my sov'reign for his mate: to lead her to his presence I'll wait upon the princess: 'tis an honor all my own. BRANGÃ†NA. Tristan. I--Isolda-do command it. why mock me thus? Seemeth my saying obscure to you? list to my lady's words: thus. TRISTAN. his own by choice she may not be. that thou at once attend her." KURVENAL (_springing up_). the pearl of womanhood. trust me. This should she say to Dame Isold': "Though Cornwall's crown and England's isle for Ireland's child he chose. she hath spoken: "Go order him. That you.
Sole were-gild won at English hands.A hero-knight Tristan is hight! I've said. How now? of Tristan? I'd know if he denies me. while all the men take up the chorus and are heard without_." [_While_ TRISTAN _seeks to stop him. With courteous phrase he foiled my will. nor care to measure your lady's high displeasure. our brave Tristan! Let his tax take who can!" SCENE III. Ah! question not! ISOLDA. our brave Tristan! Let his tax take who can!" [KURVENAL. BRANGÃ†NA. Quick.] "Sir Morold toiled o'er mighty wave the Cornish tax to levy. BRANGÃ†NA _falls at her feet_. ISOLDA _rises with a gesture of despair and wrath_. sole were-gild won at English hands. Ah! an answer so insulting! ISOLDA (_checking herself on the brink of a fearful outburst_). BRANGÃ†NA _returns in discomposure to_ ISOLDA. In desert isle was dug his grave. say without fear! BRANGÃ†NA. _closing the curtains behind her. .] BRANGÃ†NA. [ISOLDA _and_ BRANGÃ†NA _alone. he died of wounds so heavy. and the offended_ BRANGÃ†NA _turns to depart_. the curtain being again completely closed_. descends into the cabin_. "His head now hangs in Irish lands. KURVENAL _sings after her at the top of his voice. Bravo. as she lingeringly withdraws_. His head now hangs in Irish lands.] KNIGHTS AND ATTENDANTS. _driven away by_ TRISTAN'S _chidings. Bravo.
ISOLDA. where'er he stood. When I had straightway bid him come. the mangled token sent home in hatred rare: this hand did find it there. the pearl of womanhood. How scoffingly they sing about me! Quickly could I requite them! What of the boat so bare and frail. . As I gave out the message and in thy very words. that floated by our shore? What of the broken stricken man. as "Tristan" anon Isolda knew him. when in the sick man's keen blade she perceived a notch had been made. feebly extended there? Isolda's art he gladly owned. he said to me. if he unheeded left the helm how could he pilot the ship in surety to King Mark? ISOLDA (_bitterly_). with herbs. But when you bade him hither? BRANGÃ†NA. If thou hast learnt my disgrace now hear too whence it has grown. wherein did fit a splinter broken in Morold's head. Though "Tantris" The name that he took unto him. simples and healing salves the wounds from which he suffered she nursed in skilful wise. Heard I not ev'ry sentence? it all has reached my ear. thus spoke his henchman Kurvenal-ISOLDA. he truly served but thee. "How could he pilot the ship in surety to King Mark!" And wait on him with were-gild from Ireland's island won! BRANGÃ†NA.
O wondrous! Why could I not see this? The guest I sometime helped to nurse--? ISOLDA. his kinsman worn and old. our brave Tristan!"-he was that distressful man.I heard a voice from distance dim. Full well I willed to slay him. BRANGÃ†NA. Hear how a knight fealty knows!-When as Tantris unforbidden he'd left me. as Tristan boldly back he came. and his feebleness softened my heart: the sword--dropped from my fingers. Though Morold's steel had maimed him to health again I reclaimed him! when he hath homeward wended my emotion then might be ended. with the sword in hand I came to him. A thousand protestations of truth and love he prated. in stately ship from which in pride Ireland's heiress in marriage he asked for Mark. In Morold's lifetime dared any have dreamed to offer us such an insult? For the tax-paying Cornish prince to presume to court Ireland's princess! Ah. His praise briskly they sing now:-"Bravo. the Cornish monarch. . But from his sick bed he looked up not at the sword. woe is me! I it was who for myself did shape this shame! with death-dealing sword should I have stabbed him. for Morold's death to pay him. not at my arm-his eyes on mine were fastened. weakly it escaped me:-now serfdom I have shaped me.
then.Curse him. to make thee a queenly dower. who passes King Mark in might and power? If a noble knight like Tristan serves him. What's this. the villain! Curse on his head! Vengeance! Death! Death for me too! BRANGÃ†NA (_throwing herself upon_ ISOLDA _with impetuous tenderness_). who would not but feel elated. so fairly to be mated. my lady? .) If wife he'd make thee unto King Mark why wert thou in this wise complaining? Is he not worth thy gaining? Of royal race and mild of mood. ISOLDA (_gazing vacantly before her_). were he erst thy debtor. Isolda! lady! loved one! fairest! sweet perfection! mistress rarest! Hear me! come now.) What a whim! what causeless railing! How came you so wrong-minded and by mere fancy blinded? Sir Tristan gives thee Cornwall's kingdom. how could he reward thee better? His noble uncle serves he so: think too what a gift on thee he'd bestow! With honor unequalled all he's heir to at thy feet he seeks to shower.-(_Gradually draws_ ISOLDA _to the couch_. Glorious knight! And I must near him loveless ever languish! How can I support such anguish? BRANGÃ†NA. sit thee here. (ISOLDA _turns away_.
I'd bring the false one back to bondage.-(_Secretly and confidentially. My mother's rede I mind aright.) Mindest thou not thy mother's arts? Think you that she who'd mastered those would have sent me o'er the sea.loveless thou? (_Approaching coaxingly and kissing_ ISOLDA. rest give to wounded spirits. It holds a balm for thee.-Yon casket hither bear. I make a mark . without assistance for thee? ISOLDA (_darkly_).) Thy mother placed inside it her subtle magic potions. BRANGÃ†NA. Not so.) The helpfullest draught I hold in here. opens it. and highly her magic arts I hold:-Vengeance they wreak for wrongs.) Where lives there a man would not love thee? Who could see Isolda And not sink at once into bondage blest? And if e'en it could be any were cold.-(_She takes a bottle_. There's salve for sickness or for wounds. ISOLDA. And bind him in links of love. close to_ ISOLDA. did any magic draw him from thee.-(_She brings forward a small golden coffer. I know a better. and points to its contents_. and antidotes for deadly drugs.
So. My greeting take unto your lord and tell him what I say now: Should he assist to land me and to King Mark would he hand me.) VOICES OF THE CREW (_without_).to know it again-This draught 'tis I would drain. dame Isolda. for land straight to prepare her. that thither he may bear her. (_Seizes flask and shows it_.) BRANGÃ†NA (_recoiling in horror_). up. ye ladies! Look alert! Straight bestir you! Loiter not. ISOLDA (_who has at first cowered and shuddered on hearing the message. unmeet and unseemly were his act.) KURVENAL. "Ho! heave ho! hey! Reduce the sail! The mainsail in! Ho! heave ho! hey!" ISOLDA. (KURVENAL _boisterously enters through the curtains_. the while my pardon was not won for trespass black and base: . Woe is me! Near to the land! SCENE IV. now speaks calmly and with dignity_).--here is the land!-To dame Isolda says the servant of Tristan. The draught of death! (ISOLDA _has risen from the sofa and now hears with increasing dread the cries of the sailors_. he prays to hasten. our hero true:-Behold our flag is flying! it waveth landwards aloft: in Mark's ancestral castle may our approach be seen. Up. Our journey has been swift.
Now farewell. This message take:-Nought will I yet prepare me. This it is! From the flask go pour this philtre out. ISOLDA (_hurries to_ BRANGÃ†NA _and embraces her vehemently_). BrangÃ¦na! Greet ev'ry one. . which 'tis seemly he should seek:-for all his trespass base I tender him my grace. What meanest thou? ISOLDA (_taking a bottle from the coffer_). I will not by him be landed.) SCENE V. I'll bear your words: we'll see what he will say! (_He retires quickly_. that he to land may bear me.) Now mark me well.So bid him seek my grace. BRANGÃ†NA. (KURVENAL _makes a gesture of defiance_.-I trust in thee to aid in this: prepare the true cup of peace: thou mindest how it is made. yon golden goblet 'twill fill. nor unto King Mark be handed ere granting forgiveness and forgetfulness. KURVENAL. Here I remain: heard you not? Tristan will I await. Be assured. Greet my father and mother! BRANGÃ†NA. What now? what mean'st thou? Wouldst thou flee? And where must I then follow? ISOLDA (_checking herself suddenly_).
O deepest grief! ISOLDA. Now. Pity thou me.BRANGÃ†NA (_filled with terror receiving the flask_). Wilt thou be true? BRANGÃ†NA. ISOLDA _strives with immense effort to control herself_. Truce he'll drink with me. The draught--for whom? ISOLDA. Sir Tristan! (BRANGÃ†NA _rises. BRANGÃ†NA (_throwing herself at_ ISOLDA'S _feet_). Wilt thou be true? BRANGÃ†NA. O horror! Pity thy handmaid! ISOLDA. Him who betrayed! BRANGÃ†NA. wilt thou obey? BRANGÃ†NA. terrified and confused_.) ISOLDA (_to Kurvenal_). Trust I my wits? ISOLDA. . false-hearted maid! Mindest thou not my mother's arts? Think you that she who'd mastered those would have sent thee o'er the sea without assistance for me? A salve for sickness doth she offer and antidotes for deadly drugs: for deepest grief and woe supreme gave she the draught of death. Let Death now give her thanks! BRANGÃ†NA (_scarcely able to control herself_). The draught? KURVENAL (_entering_). Tristan? ISOLDA. Sir Tristan may approach! SCENE VI. O woe supreme! ISOLDA.
ISOLDA. TRISTAN. Obedience 'twas forbade me to come. TRISTAN. Who is my foe? ISOLDA. ISOLDA. withheldest thou obedience unto my call. _almost beside herself. and pauses respectfully at the entrance_. 'Tis the custom. another custom can you not learn? Of enemies friends make: for evil acts amends make. what you will. In our land it is the law that he who fetches home the bride should stay afar from her. by the head of which she supports herself. if he allows ill manners unto his own promised bride. walks slowly and with dignity towards the sofa. Scant honor hast thou shown unto me.[KURVENAL _retires again_. While knowing not what my demand is. ISOLDA. lady. methinks. turning her eyes firmly towards the entrance_] (TRISTAN _enters. TRISTAN. Demand.) TRISTAN. Being so careful. But little I owe thy lord. ISOLDA. unabashed. _mustering all her powers of resolution. my lord Tristan. turns up the stage_. fleeing my presence thus? TRISTAN. On what account? TRISTAN. wert thou afraid still to fulfil it. BRANGÃ†NA. Honor Held me in awe. for. Find in thy fears! Blood-guilt . ISOLDA. ISOLDA.
motionless--my hand. but in his truce I took no part: my tongue its silence had learnt. a maid. when sickness ended. Mindst thou that? ISOLDA (_animated_).-Thy hurts I tended that. 'fore all the folk our old feud was abandoned. When in chambered stillness sick he lay with the sword I stood before him. TRISTAN. bright and brave. stern. But that which my hand and lips had once vowed. I swore in stealth to adhere to: lo! now my desire I'm near to.-Weak and maimed. I. In open field. as Isolda's revenge should plan. if no man remained to right it. Vengeance for Morold! TRISTAN (_quietly_). when might was mine. He stood there brawny. In that heartfelt misery my vow was framed. Not between us. TRISTAN. That was absolved. 'Twas not there I held Tantris hid when Tristan was laid low. why at thy death did I pause? Thou shalt know the secret cause.gets between us. What hast thou sworn? ISOLDA (_quickly_). But now attempt thy fate to foretell me? . silent--my lips. ISOLDA. must needs requite it. TRISTAN. for me only he fought. thou shouldst fall by some man. When he was murdered no honor fell. ISOLDA. Dare you to flout me?-Was he not my betrothed. that noble Irish knight? For his sword a blessing I sought.
) ISOLDA (_advancing with the cup to_ TRISTAN. Thou hear'st the cry? The shore's in sight: we must ere long (_with slight scorn_) stand by King Mark together. . Where are we? ISOLDA. ISOLDA. The sword harmless descended.-Drink. Friendship wilt thou still deny? (_Renewed cries of the Sailors_. _who gazes immovably into her eyes_). ISOLDA. nor from thy purpose refrain. Tristan. ISOLDA _commands her with a more imperious gesture_. when vengeful rancor my bosom wrung. _She trembles and hesitates to obey_. what foe can seek to fell thee? TRISTAN (_pale and gloomy. Near to shore. Put up thy sword which once I swung.if their friendship all men do sell thee. is warfare ended? Hast not a word to offer? TRISTAN (_darkly_).) (_At an impatient sign from_ ISOLDA BRANGÃ†NA _hands her the filled cup_. offers her his sword_). let the weapon not fail again. more than she knows. If thou so lovedst this lord.) VOICES OF THE CREW (_without_). conceal. Concealment's mistress makes me silent: I know what she conceals. then lift once more my sword. too. let our strife be ended! (ISOLDA _beckons_ BRANGÃ†NA. BRANGÃ†NA _sets about preparing the drink_. Ho! heave ho! hey! Reduce the sail! The foresail in! Ho! heave ho! hey! TRISTAN (_starting from his gloomy brooding_). Thy silence nought but feigning I deem. when thy masterful eyes did ask me straight whether King Mark might seek me for mate.
Their glances again seek to meet. and once more turn with growing longing upon one another_. dawn-illumined! Endless trouble's only truce! Oblivion's kindly draught.SAILORS (_without_). and then throws away the cup. gaze with deepest emotion. they convulsively clutch their hearts and pass their hands over thei r brows. in which the expression of defiance to death fades and melts into the glow of passion.) Betrayer. seized with shuddering. that I may quite recover. with rapture thou art quaff'd! (_He lifts the cup and drinks_. Haul the warp! Anchor down! TRISTAN (_starting wildly_). sink in confusion. Trembling seizes them. Heed to my all-atoning oath. Betrayed e'en here? I must halve it!-(_She wrests the cup from his hand_. Isolda! ISOLDA (_sinking upon his breast_).) ISOLDA. Down with the anchor! Her stern to the stream! The sails a-weather the mast! (_He takes the cup from_ ISOLDA. now bid me quaff the cup. Traitor beloved! . but immovable demeanor. into one another's eyes.) I know the Queen of Ireland well. unquestioned are her magic arts: the balsam cured me which she brought.] ISOLDA (_with trembling voice_). I drink to thee! [_She drinks. which in return I tender Tristan's honor-highest truth! Tristan's anguish-brave distress! Traitor spirit. Both. Tristan! TRISTAN (_overpowered_).
wringing her hands in despair_). who. Woe's me! Woe's me! Endless mis'ry I have wrought instead of death! Dire the deed of my dull fond heart: it cries aloud to heav'n! (_They start from their embrace_. Hail! Hail! Hail our monarch! Hail to Mark. all above: highest delight of love! SCENE VII. with castle-crowned cliffs. make signs over towards the shore which is now seen to be quite near. loftiest glowing! Rapture confess'd rides in each breast! Isolda! Tristan! Tristan! Isolda! World. has leaned over the side with averted face.TRISTAN. with shouts of joy. They remain in a silent embrace_. and rushes to the front. [_The curtains are now drawn wide apart. What troubled dream of Tristan's honor? ISOLDA. love ever yearning.) ALL THE MEN (_without_). Woman divine! (_He embraces her with ardor. the king! BRANGÃ†NA (_who.] . Have I then lost thee? ISOLDA. perceiving nothing that is passing_. Fraudulent magic. Have I repulsed thee? TRISTAN. Languishing passion. filled with confusion and horror. the whole ship is covered with knights and sailors. longing and growing.) TRISTAN (_bewildered_). Tristan and Isolda remain absorbed in mutual contemplation. What troubled dream Of Isolda's shame? TRISTAN. framing deceit! BOTH. I can shun thee my love is won me! Thou'rt my thought. now turns to behold the pair locked in their close embrace.
What king mean you? (KURVENAL _points over the side_. Isolda! ISOLDA. TRISTAN _gazes stupefied at the shore_.BRANGÃ†NA (_to the women. coming to seek his bride. knight of good hap! Behold King Mark approaching. _who notices nothing_. who at her bidding ascend from below_). Hail to King Mark! All hail! ISOLDA (_bewildered_). Quick--the mantle! the royal robe!-(_Rushing between_ TRISTAN _and_ ISOLDA. TRISTAN (_looking up in bewilderment_). Isolda--mistress! Compose thyself! ISOLDA. Tristan. Hail. What is't. Look to your lady! . in a bark with brave attendance.) BRANGÃ†NA (_to the women_). The king 'tis. then? (_Falls fainting upon his breast_. Who comes? KURVENAL. Where am I! living? What was that draught? BRANGÃ†NA (_despairingly_). TRISTAN. The love-potion! ISOLDA (_staring with horror at_ TRISTAN).) Up. BrangÃ¦na? What are those cries? BRANGÃ†NA. Tristan! TRISTAN.) ALL THE MEN.) ALL THE MEN (_waving their hats_). Gladly he stems the tide. hapless ones! See where we are! (_She places the royal mantle on_ ISOLDA. Hail! Hail! Hail our monarch! Hail to Mark the king! KURVENAL (_advancing gaily_). Must I live.
At the open door a burning torch is fixed. No sound of horns were so sweet: yon fountain's soft murmuring current moves so quietly hence. aroused by laughter of winds. [BRANGÃ†NA. ISOLDA (_listens_). and but hear'st as would thy will:-I still hear the sound of horns. Fear but deludes thy anxious ear. She looks anxiously back into the chamber as ISOLDA emerges thence in ardent animation_.TRISTAN. If horns yet brayed. and the aspect of all indicates the immediate arrival of t he expected ones. Still do they stay: clearly rings the horns. [_A Garden before ISOLDA'S Chamber which lies at one side and is approached by steps. Sounds of hunting heard_. Deceived by wild desire art thou. ISOLDA (_listening_). Yet do you hear? I lost the sound some time. is watching the retreat of the still audible hunters.] ISOLDA. Bright and pleasant summer night. how could I hear that? In still night alone it laughs on mine ear. _on the steps leading to the chamber. others have extended a bridge. hail! [_People have clambered over the ship's side. as the curtain falls_. Hail to King Mark! Cornwall. O rapture fraught with cunning! O fraud with bliss o'er-running! ALL THE MEN (_in a general burst of acclamation_). BRANGÃ†NA (_listening_). BRANGÃ†NA.] ACT II. by sounds of rustling leaves thou'rt deceived.] SCENE I. My lov'd one hides in darkness unseen: wouldst thou hold from my side my dearest? .
Thy lov'd one hid-oh heed my warning!-for him a spy waits by night. Of Melot oh beware! ISOLDA. how you mistake! Is he not Tristan's trustiest friend? May my true love not meet me. a far nobler game than is guessed by thee taxes their hunting skill. with none but Melot he stays. What moves me to fear him makes thee his friend then? Through Tristan to Mark's side is Melot's way: he sows suspicion's seed. Listening oft I light upon him: he lays a secret snare. ISOLDA. woe's me! Woe's me! . BrangÃ¦na! O give the signal! Tread out the torch's trembling gleam. that night may envelop all with her veil. Mean you Sir Melot? O. Already her peace reigns o'er hill and hall. allow then the light to fall! Let but its dread lustre die! let my beloved draw nigh! BRANGÃ†NA. And those who have to-day on a night-hunt so suddenly decided. For Tristan's sake contrived was this scheme by means of Melot. The light of warning suppress not! Let it remind thee of peril!-Ah. in truth: now would you decry his friendship? He serves Isolda better than you his hand gives help which yours denies: what need of such delay? The signal. her rapturous awe the heart does enthral.deeming that horns thou hearest? BRANGÃ†NA. BRANGÃ†NA.
thy distraction of grief. thy work were then thy death: but thy distress. How she may bend it. oh. leave it alight!-The torch! the torch! O put it not out this night! ISOLDA. my work has contrived them. which of joy and woe are wove? she worketh hate into love. wait and weigh my pleading! I implore. I own it! ISOLDA. if thou art reckless when I would warn thee. still hers am I solely. whose light upon . what she may make me. how she may end it. whose eager fire within me glows. She who causes thus my bosom's throes. the witch whose will the world obeys. BRANGÃ†NA. wheresoe'er take me. Love's goddess saw and gave her good commands The death--condemned she claimed as her prey. Thy--act? O foolish girl! Love's goddess dost thou not know? nor all her magic arts? The queen who grants unquailing hearts.Fatal folly! The fell pow'r of that potion! That I framed a fraud for once thy orders to oppose! Had I been deaf and blind. The work of death I took into my own hands. And if by the artful love-potion's lures thy light of reason is ravished. planning our fate in her own way. this once.-so let me obey her wholly. life and death she holds in her hands.
Art thou mine? Do I behold thee? Do I embrace thee? Can I believe it? At last! At last! Here on my breast! Do I then clasp thee! Is it thy own self? Are these thine eyes? These thy lips? Here thy hand? Here thy heart? Is't I?--Is't thou. she springs to meet him_. she then approaches the avenue and looks more boldly. hastens back to the steps. smiling I'd destroy it and hail the dark! [_She throws the torch to the ground where it slowly dies out. at first shyly.) BOTH. waving it quick er as her impatience increases. to look better over the intervening space.my spirit flows. BRANGÃ†NA turns away.] SCENE II. held in my arms? Am I not duped? . that brightly she may reign and shun the torchlight vain. where she slowly disappears. Tristan! Beloved one! (_Passionate embrace. from the top of which she signals again to the on-comer. then more plainly. towards an avenue. disturbed. and mounts an outer flight of steps leading to the roof. Love's goddess needs that night should close. Isolda! Beloved! ISOLDA. by rising impatienc e. first slightly. TRISTAN (_rushing in_). As he enters. Urged. A gesture of sudden delight shows that she has perceived her lover in the distance. (_She goes up to the door and takes down the torch_. ISOLDA listens and peers. She signs with her handkerchief. with which they come down to the front_. She stretches herself higher and higher. and then.) Go watch without-keep wary guard! The signal!-and were it my spirit's spark.
fairest. overpowering exaltation! Joy-proclaiming.Is it no dream? O rapture of spirit! O sweetest. for BrangÃ¦na's fears in me roused no fright: while Love's goddess gave me aid. high in heaven. before my belov'd one's dwelling. highest. unbelieved. the day had fled. strongest.-Could I bear it then? . Thy belov'd one's hand lowered the light. What thou didst see in shadowing night. holiest bliss? Endless pleasure! Boundless treasure! Ne'er to sever! Never! Never! Unconceived. bliss-outpouring. how long 'twas let to burn! The sun had sunk. The light! The light! O but this light. to the shining sun of kingly might must thou straightway surrender. that it should exist in bright bonds of empty splendor. my swift approach repelling. earth ignoring! Tristan mine! Isolda mine! Tristan! Isolda! Mine alone! Thine alone! Ever all my own! TRISTAN. But the light its fear and defeat repaid. ISOLDA. sunlight a mock I made. but all their spite not yet was sped: the scaring signal they set alight. with thy misdeeds a league it made.
unending. List. could not mislead. lying. Love extendeth delight! (TRISTAN _draws_ ISOLDA _gently aside to a flowery bank. the dishonest day with envy bloated. only true. honor and all at which men aim-to them are no more matter than dust which sunbeams scatter. the daylight's falsehoods-rank and fame. I forewarn you woe is near. Its pretentious glows and its glamouring light are scouted by those who worship night. those who have studied her secret way. In the daylight's visions thronging only abides one longing. O now were we to night devoted. though it might part us indeed. waken to my words of fear.) (TRISTAN _and_ ISOLDA _sink into oblivious ecstasy. where. sinks on his knee before her and rests his head on her arm_. All its flickering gleams in flashes out-blazing blind us no more where we are gazing. reposing on the flowery bank close together_.) BRANGÃ†NA (_from the turret. Have a care! Have a care! Swiftly night doth wear! ISOLDA. unseen_). we yearn to hie to holy night.Can I bear it now? TRISTAN. Long I watch alone by night: ye enwrapt in love's delight. Those who death's night boldly survey. beloved! . heed my boding voice aright.
Let me die thus! ISOLDA (_slowly raising herself a little_). Envious watcher! TRISTAN (_remaining in reclining position_). TRISTAN (_drawing_ ISOLDA _gently towards him with expressive action_). in love alone our heaven._) BRANGÃ†NA'S VOICE (_as before_). ISOLDA. O might we then together die. Each to each be given. Let the Day to Death surrender! ISOLDA.-TRISTAN. I'll ne'er waken. Blest delights of love partaking-ISOLDA.-each to each be given. Have a care! Have a care! Night yields to daylight's glare. blest delights of love partaking. . Each the other's-ISOLDA.TRISTAN. _as if overcome. in love alone our heaven! ISOLDA (_gazing up at him in thoughtful ecstasy_). each the other's own for aye! never fearing. O might we then together die! TRISTAN. never waking. Day and Death will both engender feud against our passion tender. Never fearing-ISOLDA. droops her head on his breast. Own for aye. (ISOLDA. But the Day must dawn and rouse thee? TRISTAN (_raising his head slightly_). Never waking-TRISTAN.
Nought shall wake me! TRISTAN. fancies spurning. And shall not its dawn be dreaded by us? ISOLDA (_rising with a grand gesture_). TRISTAN. how could e'en the boldest unmoved endure thy flight? How to take it.) BOTH. Far from mourning. May thus the Day's evil threats be defied? ISOLDA (_with growing enthusiasm_). gladly dying. O endless Night! blissful Night! glad and glorious lover's Night! Those whom thou holdest. Night will shield us for aye! (TRISTAN _follows her. Must I waken? ISOLDA. From its thraldom let us fly. Must not daylight dawn. Shall I listen? ISOLDA (looking fondly up at TRISTAN). and rouse me? ISOLDA. side by side still abide . fear expiring. lapped in delight. sunlight distant. Let me die thus! TRISTAN. no more pining. sweet desiring! Anguish flying. they embrace in fond exaltation_. Let the Day to Death surrender! TRISTAN.-joy existent.TRISTAN (_bends smilingly to ISOLDA_). ne'er divided whate'er betided. softly yearning. how to break it. sorrow-warning. night-enshrining.
MARK.] KURVENAL. Save yourself. KURVENAL _rushes in with drawn sword_. in hunting dress. so as to conceal_ ISOLDA _from the gaze of the new-comers. The dreary day-its last time comes! MELOT (_to Mark_). TRISTAN _and_ ISOLDA _remain in their absorbed state_. In this position he remains for some time. Never spoken. my sov'reign. _The latter in involuntary shame leans on the flowery bank with averted face_. BRANGÃ†NA _at the same time descends from the roof and hastens towards_ ISOLDA. MELOT. never broken. _and courtiers. The morning dawns_. [BRANGÃ†NA _utters a piercing cry_. vision blest and treasured! Thou Isolda. MARK (_deeply moved. Tristan I.] TRISTAN. endless ever all our dream: in our bosoms gleam love delights supreme! SCENE III. was my impeachment just? I staked my head thereon: How is the pledge redeemed? Behold him in the very act: honor and fame. no more Tristan. Now say to me. turning a changeless look upon the men. newly lighted. who gaze at h im in varied emotion. with trembling voice_). no more Isolda. Tristan! [_He looks fearfully off behind him_. Hast thou preserved them? Say'st thou so?-See him there.in realms of space unmeasured. come swiftly up the avenue and pause in the foreground in consternation before the lovers_. TRISTAN _with an equally unconscious action stretches his mantle wide out with one arm. faithfully I have saved from shame for thee. the truest of all true hearts! . newly sighted.
Look on him the faithfulest of friends. too His offence so black and base fills my heart with anguish and disgrace. thy king? Must honor. must all thy noble service done be paid with Mark's dishonor? Seemed the reward too slight and scant that what thou hast won him-realms and riches-thou art the heir unto. His features express increasing grief while MARK continues_. all? When childless he lost once a wife. fame and potent might amassed for Mark. Tristan traitor. when from the fount of faith. and honor. if Tristan can betray? Where now are faith and friendship fair. to me? Where now has truth fled. fame. This--blow. and Tristan's honor dies? (TRISTAN _slowly lowers his eyes to the ground. he loved thee so that ne'er again did Mark desire to marry. where is that shield of virtue now? when from my friends it flies. Tristan. what hope stayeth that the honor he betrayeth should by Melot's rede rest to me indeed? TRISTAN (_with convulsive violence_).) Why hast thou noble service done. they are gone? The buckler Tristan once did don. my Tristan. . power and might. Daylight phantoms-morning visions empty and vain-Avaunt! Begone! MARK (_in deep emotion_).
who in pride and bliss possess her. _who looks tenderly up at him_.--without fear. Tristan. what thou dost ask remains for aye unanswered. whom I owned. lighting up my life so cheerless.-(_He turns to_ ISOLDA. without hope of a heaven? Why endure disgrace unhealed by tears or grief? The unexplained. opposing e'en thyself. unpenetrated cause of all these woes. on him did press to choose himself a consort-a queen to give the kingdom. 'spite foes. the fairest of brides thou didst bring me here.When all his subjects. yet possess'd her never she. who could behold her.) . opposing high and low. the princess proud and peerless. demands and pray'rs. with kindly cunning still he refused. who address her. thou didst threaten forever to leave both court and land if thou receivedst not command a bride for the king to woo: then so he let thee do. O monarch! I-may not tell thee.-This wondrous lovely wife. high and low. truly. but would bless his happy fortune? She whom I have paid respect to ever. Why in hell must I bide. till. when thou thyself thy uncle urged that what the court and country pleaded well might be conceded. who will to us disclose? TRISTAN (_raising his eyes pitifully towards_ MARK). thy might for me did win.
resting true. When to a foreign land before thou didst invite.Where Tristan now is going. monarch! Say. The road whereby we have to go I pray thee quickly show!-(TRISTAN _bends slowly over her and kisses her softly on the forehead_. With arrogance .) MELOT (_drawing his sword_). This was my friend. and she who bore me thence in anguish. She but looked on my face. traitor. So let Isolda straight declare if she will meet him there. to thee. ISOLDA. MELOT _starts furiously forward_. nor long did languish. wilt thou. where Tristan once hath lain-now thither offers he thy faithful guide to be. he told me he loved me truly: my fame and honor he upheld more than all men. gave up her life. then sought this resting-place. from whence I first came forth to light. where surely we are going! why should I shun that land by which the world is spann'd? For Tristan's house and home Isold' will make her own. it is the dark abode of night. Isolda. did Isolda follow. This land where Night doth reign. wilt suffer such scorn? TRISTAN (_drawing his sword and turning quickly round_) Who's he will set his life against mine? (_casting a look at MELOT_). Thou villain! Ha! Avenge thee. follow? The land that Tristan means of sunlight has no gleams. Thy kingdom now art showing.
and here and there dilapidated and overgrown_. unless we find .-tell me. [_In the foreground. The curtain falls quickly_. Isolda. Melot! [_As_ MELOT _presents his sword_ TRISTAN _drops his own guard and sinks wounded into the arms of_ KURVENAL. on the other a low breastwork interrupted by a watch tower.] SHEPHERD. _bending over him in grief and anxiously listening to his breathing. through openings the view extends over a wide sea horizon. whom I betrayed. MARK _holds_ MELOT _back. and. glamoured him thus.-(_He sets on_ MELOT. Th e situation is supposed to be on rocky cliffs. If he awoke it would be but for evermore to leave us. Kurvenal. _A Castle-Garden_. Kurvenal. From without comes the mournful sound of a shepherd's pipe_. _Presently the shepherd comes and looks in with interest. jealous. At his head sits_ KURVENAL.] ACT III.) Guard thee. stretched out as if lifeless. [_At one side high castellated buildings. The whole gives an impression of being deserted by the owner. and led on those who prompted me fame and pow'r to augment me by wedding thee to our monarch. ho!-Say. my friend played me false to King Mark.-Thy glance. lies_ TRISTAN _sleeping on a couch under the shade of a great lime-tree. ISOLDA _throws herself upon his breast_. in the garden. at back the castle-gate. showing the upper half of his body over the wall_. badly kept.he filled my heart.] SCENE I. friend! Does he still sleep? KURVENAL (_turning a little towards him and shaking his head sadly_).
the lady-leech. if sails come in sight a sprightly melody play. Who--calls me? KURVENAL. Where am I? KURVENAL (_starting in joyous surprise_). tranquil and sure! Kareol 'tis. trusty friend. Blank appears the sea! (_He puts the reed pipe to his mouth and withdraws. SHEPHERD (_turns round and scans the horizon. Do not ask me. Quite another ditty then would I play as merry as ever I may. Kurvenal!--thou? Where--was I?-Where--am I? KURVENAL. alone can she give help. This my fathers'? .-for I can give no answer. dost thou not know thy fathers' halls? TRISTAN.) TRISTAN (_motionless--faintly_). The tune so well known-why wake to that? (_opens his eyes and slightly turns his head_). playing_. Watch the sea. Ha!--who is speaking? It is his voice!-Tristan! lov'd one! My lord! my Tristan! TRISTAN (_with effort_). shading his eyes with his hand_). Where art thou? In safety. But tell me truly. why languishes our lord? KURVENAL. Life--at last-O thanks be to heaven!-sweetest life unto my Tristan newly given! TRISTAN (_faintly_).-See'st thou nought? No ship yet on the sea? SHEPHERD.
brave and noble. Tristan.KURVENAL. doubtless. The wounds from which you languish here all shall end their anguish. lightly took. Why! in Cornwall. unchanged the sun doth cheer you. Sir. where cool and able. all that was brilliant. To thee yet true. your native land. How came I here? KURVENAL. your own the land. no. Have I herds. But on my shoulders down to the ship you had to ride: they are broad. TRISTAN. TRISTAN. thy trusty folk. when going far away. (_He presses himself to_ TRISTAN'S _breast_. What foreign land? KURVENAL.) . in Kareol. I say it! Thine are court. have held thy home in guard: the gift which once thy goodness gave to thy serfs and vassals here. TRISTAN. then? KURVENAL. What awoke me? KURVENAL. Look but around. my lord. castle--all. The herdsman's ditty hast thou heard. in foreign lands to dwell. No. TRISTAN. as best they might. he heedeth thy herds above on the hills there. they carried you to the shore. Now you are at home once more. Am I in Cornwall? KURVENAL. all loved things now are near you. Hey now! how you came? No horse hither you rode: a vessel bore you across. TRISTAN.
nor people. Isolda. now quickly rousts himself from his dejection_). AccursÃ©d day with cruel glow! Must thou ever wake my woe? Must thy light be burning ever. ah.) KURVENAL (_who has been deeply distressed. the love-pains that possess'd me. my fairest. round thee. but what I saw I can indeed not tell thee. unending. exhausted_.TRISTAN. I once defied.-How faded all forebodings! O wistful goadings!-Thus I call the thoughts that all t'ward light of day have press'd me. all-oblivion. It was-the land from which I once came and whither I return: the endless realm of earthly night. nor country fair. through faith in thee. but this I cannot tell thee. e'en by night our hearts to sever? Ah. how long it glows! When will the house repose? (_His voice has grown fainter and he sinks back gently. Think'st thou thus! I know 'tis not so. that so my bliss may kindle? The light. Where I awoke ne'er I was. deceitful. sweetest. but where I wandered I can indeed not tell thee. rarest! When wilt thou-when. which. the one for whom . bright and golden. The sun I could not see. shines. from blissful death's affright now drive me toward the light. What only yet doth rest me. One thing only there possessed me: blank. when-let the torchlight dwindle.
If foolish and dull you hold me. this day you must not scold me. my truest friend I rank thee! Howe'er can Tristan thank thee? My shelter and shield in fight and strife. TRISTAN (_very feebly_). KURVENAL. Yet burns the beacon's spark: yet is the house not dark. Those whom I hate thou hatest too.-if on the earth still she liveth. thou trusty heart. Lives she still. then let new hope delight thee. Isolda lives and wakes: her voice through darkness breaks. bringing Isold' to thee. Thy wound was heavy: how to heal it? Thy simple servant there bethought that she who once closed Morold's wound with ease the hurt could heal thee that Melot's sword did deal thee. in weal or woe thou'rt mine for life. When good King Mark . I found the best of leeches there. My tongue that comfort giveth.now with thee I'm yearning.) O friendship! high and holy friendship! (_Draws_ KURVENAL _to him and embraces him_.) O Kurvenal. TRISTAN (_transported_). those whom I love thou lovest too. As dead lay'st thou since the day when that accursed Melot so foully wounded thee. thou soon shalt see her face to face. Isolda comes! Isolda nears! (_He struggles for words_. to Cornwall have I sent for her: a trusty serf sails o'er the sea. Trust in my words.
But--what I suffer. so boldly and fast! It waves.-Isolda hither steereth!-she nears. there. my father's death-news chill'd me. Is this the meaning then. thou canst not feel for me! this terrible yearning in my heart. the flag from the mast! Hurra! Hurra! she reaches the bar! Dost thou not see? Kurvenal. Still is no ship in sight. thou wert to him truer than gold. TRISTAN (_has listened with waning excitement and now recommences with growing melancholy_).) KURVENAL (_dejectedly_). where her ship's sails are flying.-did I but show it. no time here wouldst thou tarry. Before the wind she drives to find me. Thou art selfless. to betray too thou didst descend. as before_. she nears. of all thy sighing sound?-On evening's breeze it sadly rang when. thou feel'st for me when I suffer. the mournful tune of the shepherd is heard. _who is gazing at him in mute expectation. dost thou not see? (_As_ KURNEVAL _hesitates to leave_ TRISTAN. thou old pathetic ditty. it waves. as a child. on the wings of love she neareth. When I was false to my noble friend. this feverish burning's cruel smart. when the son his mother's fate was taught. to watch from tow'r thou wouldst hurry. through morning's mist it stole more sadly.I followed of old. solely mine. with all devotion viewing the ocean. couldst thou but know it. when they who gave me breath . with eyes impatiently spying.
TRISTAN (_very faintly_).) Art thou then dead? Liv'st thou not? Hast to the curse succumbed?-(_He listens for_ TRISTAN'S _breath_.-see. she smiles-with the cup that reconciles. On board Isolda. which asked me once and asks me now which was the fate before me to which my mother bore me?-What was the fate?-The strain so plaintive now repeats it:-for yearning--and dying! (_He falls back senseless_. Dost thou see? Dost thou see her now? Full of grace .) KURVENAL (_who has been vainly striving to calm_ TRISTAN.) O rapture! No! He still moves! He lives! and gently his lips are stirr'd. TRISTAN. see the work thou hast done!-Here lies he now. with his passion all others above: behold! what reward his ardor requites. The ship? Be sure t'will come to-day: it cannot tarry longer. the one sure reward of love! (_with sobbing voice_. _cries out in terror_). the noblest of knights. The ship--is't yet in sight? KURVENAL.both felt the hand of death to them came also through their pain the ancient ditty's yearning strain. My master! Tristan!-Frightful enchantment!-O love's deceit! O passion's pow'r! Most sweet dream 'neath the sun.
must perceive it! The ship--dost thou see it?-(_Whilst_ KURVENAL. foolish I see so well and plainly. why!-what ails thy sight? Away.) KURVENAL (_springing joyously up_). Ahoy! Ahoy! See her bravely tacking! How full the canvas is filled! How she darts! how she flies! TRISTAN. playing a joyous strain_. which only holds Isolda for me? KURVENAL (_shouting_). the ship! Isolda's ship!-Thou must discern it. floating o'er the ocean's wildness? By billows of flowers lightly lifted. she yet lives. so I said! Yes. So I knew. Isolda! How fair. _the Shepherd's pipe is heard without. let not thine eye seek vainly Dost thou not hear? Away. TRISTAN. and watch for her. with speed! Haste to the watch-tow'r! Wilt thou not heed? The ship. opposes_ TRISTAN. her hand one last relief bestows. Her look brings ease and sweet repose. .and loving mildness. _still hesitating. A flag is floating at mast-head. gently toward the land she's drifted. Isolda! Ah. How could Isold' from this world be free.) Ha! the ship! From northward it is nearing. how sweet art thou!-And Kurvenal. O rapture! Transport! (_He rushes to the watch-tower and looks out_. and life to me gives. The pennon? the pennon? KURVENAL.
The steadiest seaman. The ship is shut from me by rocks. TRISTAN.'--ha!-With but one leap lightly she springs to land! . A traitor thou. TRISTAN. KURVENAL. With speed they approach. TRISTAN (_shouting in joy_). Now dost thou see her? See'st thou Isolda? KURVENAL. TRISTAN. Behind the reef? Is there not risk! Those dangerous breakers ships have oft shattered. Destruction! KURVENAL. TRISTAN. oh come! See'st thou herself? KURVENAL. Betrays he me? Is he Melot's ally? KURVENAL. Not yet. Aha! Halla-halloa I they clear! they clear! Safely they clear! Inside the surf steers now the ship to the strand.joyous and bright. TRISTAN. Aha! what joy! Now through the daylight comes my Isolda. too!-O caitiff! Canst thou not see her? KURVENAL. Trust him like me. The ship is a-land! Isolda.-Who steereth the helm? KURVENAL. TRISTAN. 'Tis she! she waves! TRISTAN. O woman divine! KURVENAL. Isolda. Hallo-ho! Kurvenal! Trustiest friend! All the wealth I own to-day I bequeath thee.
she comes in her pride. exulting in strength. hold thee tranquilly here! (_He hastens off_. In a trice she shall come. Tristan. has torn himself from death at length. (_He springs from his bed and staggers forward_. indolent gazer! Away! away to the shore! Help her! help my belov'd! KURVENAL.) She who can help my wound and close it. (_He tears the bandage from his wound_. my blood! Merrily flows it. Be space defied: let the universe fade! (_He reels to the centre of the stage_. Descend from the watch-tow'r.) All wounded and bleeding Sir Morold I defeated. (_He raises himself erect_. Trust in my strong arm! But thou. joy-bestowing radiant day! Boundeth my blood.TRISTAN. boisterous flood! Infinite gladness! Rapturous madness! Can I bear to lie couched here in quiet? Away.) TRISTAN (_tossing on his couch in feverish excitement_). O sunlight glowing. she comes to my aid. glorious ray! Ah. all bleeding and wounded Isolda now shall be greeted. ha.) Ha. .) ISOLDA'S VOICE (_without_). let me fly to where hearts run riot! Tristan the brave.
] ISOLDA. 'tis I-dearly belov'd! Wake. his dying eyes on_ ISOLDA). Tristan! Ah! TRISTAN (_turning. What! hails me the light? The torchlight--ha!-The torch is extinct! I come! I come! SCENE II.-Speak unto me! But for one moment. Isolda comes. Isolda!-(_He dies_.Tristan! Tristan! BelovÃ©d! TRISTAN (_in frantic excitement_). only one moment open thine eyes! Such weary days I waited and longed. TRISTAN. staggers wildly towards her. with Tristan true to perish. that one single hour I with thee might awaken. though--where? Can I not heal it? The rapture of night O let us feel it? Not of thy wounds. They meet in the centre of the stage. not of thy wounds must thou expire! Together. swiftly fleeting. at least. Betrayed am I then? Deprived by Tristan of this our solitary.) ISOLDA. [ISOLDA _hastens breathlessly in_. let fade life's enfeebled fire!-How lifeless his look!-still his heart!-Dared he to deal me Buch a smart? Stayed is his breathing's . _delirious with excitement. final earthly joy?-His wound. 'Tis I. and once more hark to my voice! Isolda calls. where he sinks slowly to th e ground_. she receives him in her arms.
_who reÃ«ntered close behind_ ISOLDA.) SCENE III. ah! But once again!-Tristan!--ha! he wakens--hark! Beloved---dark! (_She sinks down senseless upon his body_. too late! Desperate man! Casting on me this cruelest ban! Comes no relief for my load of grief? Silent art keeping while I am weeping? But once more. Fiends and furies! (_In a burst of anger_. Mark and his men have set on us: defence is vain! We're overpowered. fearless sailed o'er the sea? Too late.gentle tide! Must I be wailing at his side. gazing motionless on_ TRISTAN.) All are at hand! Melot and Mark I see on the strand. which they both try quickly to barricade_. The Shepherd clambers over the wall_. [KURVENAL. in rapture coming to seek him. _From below is now heard the dull murmur of voices and the clash of weapons.] SHEPHERD (_coming hastily and softly to_ KURVENAL).-Weapons and missiles!-Guard we the gate! (_He hastens with the Shepherd to the gate. _has remained by the entrance speechless and petrified. Kurvenal! Hear! Another ship! (KURVENAL _starts up in haste and looks over the rampart. .) KURVENAL. who. gazing in consternation on_ TRISTAN _and_ ISOLDA.) THE STEERSMAN (_rushing in_). whilst the Shepherd stands apart.
rash maniac! BRANGÃ†NA (_has climbed over the wall at the side and hastens in the front_).KURVENAL. Isolda! lady! . Treacherous maid! (_To his men_. come on! (_He sets upon_ MARK _and his followers_. calling from below_). Hold. is here to be holden! If you would earn it. _with armed men. Kurvenal! Madman! O hear--thou mistakest! KURVENAL. Here ravages Death! Nought else. appears under the gateway_. MELOT. Hurrah for the day on which I confront thee! (MELOT. thou fool! Bar not the way! KURVENAL (_laughing savagely_). damnable wretch! SCENE IV. Open.) MARK. false one! MELOT'S VOICE (_without_).) What want you here? BRANGÃ†NA.) BRANGÃ†NA (_still without_). Stand to and help!-While lasts my life I'll let no foe enter here! BRANGÃ†NA'S VOICE (_without. Woe's me!--Tristan! (_He dies_. Kurvenal! Where is Isolda? KURVENAL. Stand back. Isolda! Mistress! KURVENAL. BrangÃ¦na's voice! (_Falling down_. O king. Away. KURVENAL _falls on him and cuts him down_.) MARK (_without_). thou frantic man! Lost are thy senses? KURVENAL.) Die.) Come! Follow me! Force them below! (_They fight_. With foes do you come? Woe to you.
She wakes! she lives! Isolda. He lieth--there-here. hear! Hear me. .O wild mistake! Tristan.Joy and life!-What sight's here--ha! Liv'st thou. thou faithless. where I lie too.-(_Sinks down at_ TRISTAN'S _feet_. mistress beloved! Tidings of joy I have to tell thee: O list to thy BrangÃ¦na! My thoughtless fault I have atoned. where art thou? KURVENAL (_desperately wounded. after thy flight I forthwith went to the king: the love potion's secret he scarce had learned when with sedulous haste he put to sea.) MARK. must thou again be to thy king a traitor? Now. Tristan! true lord! Chide me not that I try to follow thee! (_He dies_. MARK.) BRANGÃ†NA (_who has revived_ ISOLDA _in her arms_). Tristan! Tristan! Isolda! Woe! KURVENAL (_trying to grasp_ TRISTAN'S _hand_). that he might find thee. O why.) MARK (_who with his followers has driven_ KURVENAL _and his men back from the gate and forced his way in_). Isolda! (_She goes to_ ISOLDA'S _aid_. faithful friend! (_Kneels down sobbing over the bodies_. Isolda. when he comes another proof of love to give thee! Awaken! awaken. Dead together!-All are dead! My hero Tristan! truest of friends.) MARK. nobly renounce thee and give thee up to thy love. totters before_ MARK _to the front_). O hear my lamentation.
how his eyelids sweetly open! See. Brighter growing. in me pushes. BRANGÃ†NA. turning her eyes with. rising inspiration on_ TRISTAN'S _body_). gently bounding. oh comrades.Why this to me? When clearly was disclosed what before I could fathom not. see you not how he beameth ever brighter-how he rises ever radiant steeped in starlight. all things telling. from him sounding. what joy was mine to find my friend was free from fault! In haste to wed thee to my hero with flying sails I followed thy track: but howe'er can happiness o'ertake the swift course of woe? More food for Death did I make: more wrong grew in mistake. Harken. friends! Hear and feel ye not? Is it I alone am hearing strains so tender and endearing? Passion swelling. calmly happy beats in his breast? From his lips in heavenly rest sweetest breath he softly sends. Mild and softly he is smiling. Dost thou not hear? Isolda! Lady! O try to believe the truth! ISOLDA (_unconscious of all around her. . borne above? See you not how his heart with lion zest. upward rushes trumpet tone that round me gushes.
sinking. are these breezes airy pillows? Are they balmy beauteous billows? How they rise and gleam and glisten! Shall I breathe them? Shall I listen? Shall I sip them. Curtain_.) http://www. to my panting breathing win them? In the breezes around. Profound emotion and grief of the bystanders_.shtml . as if transfigured.com/authors-eng/richard-wagner. be drinking-in a kiss. in the harmony sound in the world's driving whirlwind be drown'd-and. in_ BRANGÃ†NA'S _arms upon_ TRISTAN'S _body. highest bliss! (ISOLDA _sinks.ebooksread. MARK _invokes a blessing on the dead. dive within them.o'er me flowing.
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