watcher!
TRISTAN (remaining in reclining position). I'll ne'er
waken.
ISOLDA. But the Day
must dawn and rouse thee?
TRISTAN (raising his head slightly). Let the Day
to Death surrender!
ISOLDA. Day and Death
will both engender
feud against
our passion tender.
TRISTAN (drawingISOLDAgently towards him with expressive
action). O might we then
together die,
each the other's
own for aye!
never fearing,
never waking,
blest delights
of love partaking,-
each to each be given,
in love alone our heaven!
ISOLDA (gazing up at him in thoughtful ecstasy).
O might we then
together die!
TRISTAN. Each the other's-
ISOLDA. Own for aye,-
TRISTAN. Never fearing-
ISOLDA. Never waking-
TRISTAN. Blest delights
of love partaking-
ISOLDA. Each to each be given;
in love alone our heaven.
(ISOLDA, as if overcome, droops her head on his breast. )
BRANGAENA'S VOICE (as before).
Have a care!
Have a care!
Night yields to daylight's glare.
TRISTAN (bends smilingly to ISOLDA).
Shall I listen?
ISOLDA (looking fondly up at TRISTAN).
Let me die thus!
TRISTAN. Must I waken?
ISOLDA. Nought shall wake me!
TRISTAN. Must not daylight
dawn, and rouse me?
ISOLDA. Let the Day
to Death surrender!
TRISTAN. May thus the Day's
evil threats be defied?
ISOLDA (with growing enthusiasm).
From its thraldom let us fly.
TRISTAN. And shall not its dawn
be dreaded by us?
ISOLDA (rising with a grand gesture).
Night will shield us for aye!
(TRISTANfollows her; they embrace in fond exaltation.)
BOTH. O endless Night!
blissful Night!
glad and glorious
lover's Night!
Those whom thou holdest,
lapped in delight,
how could e'en the boldest
unmoved endure thy flight?
How to take it,
how to break it,-
joy existent,
sunlight distant,
Far from mourning,
sorrow-warning,
fancies spurning,
softly yearning,
fear expiring,
sweet desiring!
Anguish flying,
gladly dying;
no more pining,
night-enshrining,
ne'er divided
whate'er betided,
side by side
still abide
in realms of space unmeasured,
vision blest and treasured!
Thou Isolda,
Tristan I;
no more Tristan,
no more Isolda.
Never spoken,
never broken,
newly sighted,
newly lighted,
endless ever
all our dream:
in our bosoms gleam
love delights supreme!
SCENE III.
[BRANGAENAutters a piercing cry. TRISTANandISOLDA
remain in their absorbed state. KURVENALrushes in with
drawn sword.]
KURVENAL. Save yourself, Tristan!
[He looks fearfully off behind him. MARK, MELOT, and
courtiers, in hunting dress, come swiftly up the avenue and pause in
the foreground in consternation before the lovers. BRANGAENAat
the same time descends from the roof and hastens towardsISOLDA.
The latter in involuntary shame leans on the flowery bank with
averted face. TRISTANwith an equally unconscious action
stretches his mantle wide out with one arm, so as to conceal
ISOLDAfrom the gaze of the new-comers. In this position he remains
for some time, turning a changeless look upon the men, who gaze at him
in varied emotion. The morning dawns.]
TRISTAN. The dreary day-
its last time comes!
MELOT (to Mark). Now say to me, my sov'reign,
was my impeachment just?
I staked my head thereon:
How is the pledge redeemed?
Behold him in
the very act:
honor and fame,
faithfully I
have saved from shame for thee.
MARK (deeply moved, with trembling voice). Hast thou
preserved them?
Say'st thou so?-
See him there,
the truest of all true hearts!
Look on him
the faithfulest of friends, too
His offence
so black and base
fills my heart
with anguish and disgrace.
Tristan traitor,
what hope stayeth
that the honor
he betrayeth
should by Melot's rede
rest to me indeed?
TRISTAN (with convulsive violence). Daylight phantoms-
morning visions
empty and vain-
Avaunt! Begone!
MARK (in deep emotion). This-blow.
Tristan, to me?
Where now has truth fled,
if Tristan can betray?
Where now are faith
and friendship fair,
when from the fount of faith,
my Tristan, they are gone?
The buckler Tristan
once did don,
where is that shield
of virtue now?
when from my friends it flies,
and Tristan's honor dies?
(TRISTANslowly lowers his eyes to the ground. His features
express increasing grief while MARK continues.)
Why hast thou noble
service done,
and honor, fame
and potent might
amassed for Mark, thy king?
Must honor, fame,
power and might,
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, all?
When childless he lost
once a wife,
he loved thee so
that ne'er again
did Mark desire to marry.
When all his subjects,
high and low,
demands and pray'rs,
on him did press
to choose himself a consort-
a queen to give the kingdom,
when thou thyself
thy uncle urged
that what the court
and country pleaded
well might be conceded,
opposing high and low,
opposing e'en thyself,
with kindly cunning
still he refused,
till, Tristan, 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.-
This wondrous lovely wife,
thy might for me did win,
who could behold her,
who address her,
who in pride
and bliss possess her,
but would bless his happy fortune?