We're overpowered.
KURVENAL. Stand to and help!-
While lasts my life
I'll let no foe enter here!
BRANGAENA'S VOICE (without, calling from below).
Isolda! Mistress!
KURVENAL. Brangaena's voice! (Falling down.)
What want you here?
BRANGAENA. Open, Kurvenal!
Where is Isolda?
KURVENAL. With foes do you come?
Woe to you, false one!
MELOT'S VOICE (without). Stand back, thou fool!
Bar not the way!
KURVENAL (laughing savagely). Hurrah for the day
on which I confront thee!
(MELOT, with armed men, appears under the gateway.
KURVENALfalls on him and cuts him down.)
Die, damnable wretch!
SCENE IV.
MELOT. Woe's me!-Tristan! (He dies.)
BRANGAENA (still without). Kurvenal! Madman!
O hear-thou mistakest!
KURVENAL. Treacherous maid! (To his men.)
Come! Follow me!
Force them below! (They fight.)
MARK (without). Hold, thou frantic man!
Lost are thy senses?
KURVENAL. Here ravages Death!
Nought else, O king,
is here to be holden!
If you would earn it, come on!
(He sets uponMARKand his followers.)
MARK. Away, rash maniac!
BRANGAENA (has climbed over the wall at the side and hastens in the
front).
Isolda! lady!
Joy and life!-
What sight's here-ha!
Liv'st thou, Isolda! (She goes toISOLDA'S aid.)
MARK (who with his followers has drivenKURVENALand his men
back from the gate and forced his way in).O wild mistake!
Tristan, where art thou?
KURVENAL (desperately wounded, totters beforeMARKto the
front).
He lieth-there-
here, where I lie too.-
(Sinks down atTRISTAN'S feet.)
MARK. Tristan! Tristan!
Isolda! Woe!
KURVENAL (trying to graspTRISTAN'S hand ).
Tristan! true lord!
Chide me not
that I try to follow thee! (He dies.)
MARK. Dead together!-
All are dead!
My hero Tristan!
truest of friends,
must thou again
be to thy king a traitor?
Now, when he comes
another proof of love to give thee!
Awaken! awaken.
O hear my lamentation,
thou faithless, faithful friend!
(Kneels down sobbing over the bodies.)
BRANGAENA (who has revivedISOLDAin her arms).
She wakes! she lives!
Isolda, hear!
Hear me, mistress beloved!
Tidings of joy
I have to tell thee:
O list to thy Brangaena!
My thoughtless fault I have atoned;
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,
that he might find thee,
nobly renounce thee
and give thee up to thy love.
MARK. O why, Isolda,
Why this to me?
When clearly was disclosed
what before I could fathom not,
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.
BRANGAENA. Dost thou not hear?
Isolda! Lady!
O try to believe the truth!
ISOLDA (unconscious of all around her, turning her eyes with,
rising inspiration onTRISTAN'S body).
Mild and softly
he is smiling;
how his eyelids sweetly open!
See, oh comrades,
see you not
how he beameth
ever brighter-
how he rises
ever radiant
steeped in starlight,
borne above?
See you not
how his heart
with lion zest,
calmly happy
beats in his breast?
From his lips
in heavenly rest
sweetest breath
he softly sends.
Harken, friends!
Hear and feel ye not?
Is it I
alone am hearing
strains so tender
and endearing?
Passion swelling,
all things telling,
gently bounding,
from him sounding,
in me pushes,
upward rushes
trumpet tone
that round me gushes.
Brighter growing,
o'er me flowing,
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,
dive within them,
to my panting
breathing win them?
In the breezes around,
in the harmony sound
in the world's driving
whirlwind be drown'd-
and, sinking,
be drinking-
in a kiss,
highest bliss!
(ISOLDAsinks, as if transfigured, inBRANGAENA 'S arms
uponTRISTAN'S body. Profound emotion and grief of the
bystanders. MARKinvokes a blessing on the dead. Curtain.)