Tristan ft? Isolde 
 
Tristan & Isolde 
 
 & Cragefc |> 
 
 Louis K. ANSPACHER 
 
 New York: Brentano s 
 MCMIV 
 
Copyright, 1904, by Louis K. Anspacher 
 All rights reserved 
 
To My Mother and To Altera 
 
Foreword 
 
 author wishes to make 
 A acknowledgment of his grati 
 tude to Mr. George Edward Wood- 
 berry, whose patient and stimulating 
 criticism has been a source of in 
 spiration to him in his work. 
 
 Louis KAUFMAN ANSPACHER. 
 New York, 1904 
 
Poesy 
 
 THE poet s soul is an JEolian lyre, 
 On which far wandering airs can softly stray, 
 Waking the tones that slumber to a lay 
 That stirs the embrous heart to rapturous fire. 
 The west wind, rising from the sunset pyre 
 Where flame the dolours of the dying day, 
 Sweeps threnodies that weep, yet fondly say 
 The dawn will burst again in carol choir, 
 That augurs day will come. So, Poesy, 
 To thee I turn when mourns my evening wind; 
 Thou art my solace, pledge and prophecy. 
 I turn to thee distressed and unresigned, 
 In sunset anguish for the joys that flee; 
 Thou art the glamour that is left behind. 
 
Dramatis Personse 
 
 MARK, King of Cornwall. 
 
 TRISTAN OF LYONESSE, Nephew of King Mark, and 
 Knight of the Table Round. 
 
 RUAL, Tristan s retainer. 
 
 CATHBAD > Yeomen and hunters. 
 GERVAINE ) 
 
 ARTHUR, a youth of the Court. 
 
 JEAN. 
 
 SERVANT. 
 
 ISOLDE, daughter of Gormun, King of Ireland, and 
 wife of Mark, King of Cornwall. 
 
 BRANG^ENA, a lady of the Irish Court, companion of 
 Isolde. 
 
 ISABEL, Lady in waiting to Isolde. 
 SERVANTS, ATTENDANTS, HUNTERS, ETC. 
 
 TIME: Late summer, 7th Century, A. D 
 
 PLACE: King Mark s Castle Tintagel in Cornwall, and 
 later Lionel s castle on the coast. 
 
Act I 
 
A I ALL in Castle Tintagel. In the rear centre is 
 a large, heavy round-arch portal, on each side 
 of which are heavy mullioned windows, all 
 opening on a terrace. To the right can be seen the 
 border of a heavy forest, dark with massive trees and 
 the falling gloom of twilight. To the left, through the 
 portal, the rear wing of the castle, with its high tower 
 and ivy-covered sides, is visible. 
 
 In the interior of the hall, high above the portal, near 
 the arched and groined ceiling, there are three small 
 round-arch windows, set with purple-stained glass. 
 There are entrances right and left to the hall. Between 
 the right door and the front of the stage, is a generous 
 hearth-place, covered with a high overhanging hood. 
 Against the left wall is a low oaken settle. Bows, 
 arrows, spears and nets are lying about. 
 
Act I 
 
 Late Afternoon 
 
 The curtain discovers hunters, Gervaine, Cathbad, ^Engus, Jean, 
 and others, arranging spears, bows and trappings, preparatory to the 
 chase. 
 
 CATHBAD 
 
 The afternoon grows late. 
 
 ^ENGTJS 
 
 Tis evening soon: 
 
 Our markmanship will have its trial now. 
 This spear has kissed the blood of many a boar; 
 I sharpened it anew. 
 
 CATHBAD 
 
 Tis rusty with use; 
 Mine has the better head. 
 
 VENOUS 
 
 Rusty but trusty, 
 
 And tried in use. I d rather have the shaft 
 Seasoned with service, the bow that has been bent. 
 
 All the hunters match spears and trappings. 
 Enter Arthur, running through the gate 
 from the right. 
 
 ARTHUR 
 
 Gervaine> Cathbad, saw ye my hound pass here ? 
 He broke the leash on entering the gate. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 He passed within; we thought he followed you. 
 
 Exit Arthur across stage to the left. 
 
14 Tristan $2? Isolde Act I 
 
 CATHEAD 
 
 A fine lad that. 
 
 J3NGUS 
 
 His father was a hunter; 
 He runs as if he had been born to chase. 
 
 CATHEAD 
 
 Too slender in the thigh. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Where s the king s bow? 
 JEAN 
 Here, fresh suppled, oiled and strung. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Takes the bow. 
 It has grown stubborn with its long disuse. 
 
 Bends it. 
 Are all the spears new polished for the chase ? 
 
 JEAN 
 They are. 
 
 More hunters enter and converse to the 
 rear of stage. Enter Arthur from the left, 
 dragged in by the hound. 
 
 ARTHUR 
 
 I found him at the warder s post; he stood 
 Awaiting bits; but then I brought him here. 
 A hungry hound is keener on the scent: 
 And so I dragged him off. 
 
 ^ENGUS 
 
 You dragged him off! 
 It seems to me you follow where he leads. 
 
 Gervaine, going to the gate to the right. 
 GERVAINE 
 
 The day is fainting into evening s arms, 
 
Act I Tristan fif Isolde 15 
 
 And dies as mildly as the aged sleep. 
 
 The night will be too beautiful to hunt, 
 
 Besides a little bright and clear for us; 
 
 For million stars will shudder pityingly. 
 
 We that mean death should choose a darker night. 
 
 CATHEAD 
 
 The moon herself has strung her silver bow, 
 
 And means to hunt as well as we. So come, 
 
 Be not so tedious; Diana once 
 
 Did hunt the stag through fabled Grecian nights: 
 
 Now she entices hearts by her chaste light, 
 
 And slays them two by two. Her shaft is keen, 
 
 And kills by very beauty. 
 
 Many a maid 
 
 Hath had her honour slain by such a shaft. 
 What would our lovers do without the moon, 
 The stars and twilight, yea and everything 
 That makes the day wink to avoid the sight ? 
 
 CATHBAD 
 
 I would there were a truce to lovers trysts, 
 Just for this evening; let it then be dark. 
 Those that are far in suits will bless the dark; 
 Those that begin will chafe expectantly, 
 And grow united close in separation; 
 Because they suffer absence each from each. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 How well he knows the trail! 
 
 CATHEAD 
 
 A wounded hart 
 
 Is easily tracked. I never yet have said: 
 16 The day is fainting into evening s arms," 
 "The night will be too beautiful to hunt." 
 
16 Tristan Sf Isolde Act I 
 
 Thou rt grown too soft, and I can guess the cause. 
 We know, eh, fellows all, we know. I ll wager 
 My best knife that even now he carries 
 Some treasured tress bound closely to his breast. 
 Ah, you remember, Jean, we saw him slink 
 About the lodge at twilight yesterday, 
 Plucking the flowers for which is it now ? 
 And sighing at the moon as just before. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Hush thy babbling prattle, fool, leave off! 
 Thou hast affection for thy horse and dog; 
 And this redeems thy callous pig-skin heart. 
 And yet if there should come some burning arrow, 
 Able to pierce thy hide, thou dst heat thy breath 
 With vows of love, like a house a-fire. 
 
 ^ENGUS 
 
 The moon will shine in spite of all your words; 
 
 And guide the beast away from the outspread nets, 
 
 Which darkness might have hid. If ye can cloud 
 
 The sky as darkly as your brows with words, 
 
 Go on: if not, break off. The clash of breath 
 
 Makes melee in my ears. I would ye had 
 
 A decent cause for quarrel. Twould be sport 
 
 To see ye both, that both so much denied, 
 
 Be swords apoint in jealousy. If blood 
 
 Will willingly be spilt for woman s love, 
 
 Then wrestle for a man s, to end the spite; 
 
 And I myself shall umpire in the bout. 
 
 He that can throw the other most of five, 
 
 I ll then proclaim the better man of arms, 
 
 Or love, or whate er title ye may wish. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Agreed ; I ll throw him. 
 
Act I Tristan ^f Isolde 17 
 
 CATHBAD 
 
 I m willing to be thrown, 
 If thou art man enough to lay me flat. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Aside. 
 
 Now, Isabel, it is for thee I fight; 
 
 So thoughts of thee be near to gird my strength. 
 
 Abstractedly takes a miniature from his 
 breast and kisses it. 
 
 CATHBAD 
 
 Where got you that, sir? Did you steal from me? 
 
 He opens his own bosom, and reveals an 
 identical miniature. The hunters laugh up 
 roariously; but Gervaine and Cathbad are in 
 great mortification and confusion. 
 
 ^ENGUS 
 
 The pot has called the kettle black ere this. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Aside. Going to the left of stage. 
 
 I would not injure him; he d stay at home 
 With Isabel to nurse him, while I hunted; 
 And yet I would not have him win of me 
 For the honour of my love. 
 
 CATHBAD 
 
 Aside. Going to the right of stage. 
 I would not injure him; her pity then 
 Would make up more than admiration lost; 
 And, winning, I should lose. What shall I do ? 
 I would not fail, yet would not beat him thus. 
 
 ^BNGUS 
 
 So ho! ye both do tread each other s heels. 
 Twill be a jolly match, and Isabel 
 
18 Tristan @f Isolde Act I 
 
 Is that her name? the queen of tournament, 
 Will be the prize. I had not thought that this 
 Had made ye nettles for a mutual rose. 
 I ll have her by my side to watch the sport. 
 Who s Isabel? 
 
 JEAN 
 
 She is Isolde s maid. 
 
 ^ENGUS 
 
 So, combatants, ye re ready now, I trust. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 It is too late, the hunt starts even now; 
 
 And twould fatigue us; let us meet to-morrow. 
 
 JEAN 
 
 A side, to JEngus. 
 It is too late to-day. 
 
 VENOUS 
 Aside, to Jean. 
 
 I know it is; 
 But leave me to my sport. 
 
 Aloud. 
 
 The time hangs heavily before we start; 
 And if ye do not now, upon the word, 
 Fall to; I shall proclaim ye both for cowards, 
 Take Isabel unto myself, and leave 
 Ye both to gape. 
 
 Gervaine and Cathbad fall to. 
 Enter Lionel. 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 Peace, fellows, break ye off ! 
 
 They cease. 
 
 Your noise grows riotous within these halls. 
 Tis unbecoming; meet beyond the lodge. 
 
Act I Tristan & Isolde 19 
 
 And see, here comes Lord Melot, ready for the chase: 
 He s lingering on the terrace s approach. 
 
 Aside. 
 
 He always comes so pat upon the time, 
 As if he had some calendar of prophecy. 
 
 ^ENGUS 
 
 I like him not; too much the hypocrite, 
 
 That snake-like sloughs, each day, another face, 
 
 And takes a new one for each new event. 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 He seems a choking weed about the king, 
 
 And yet his services are large. Men can, 
 
 With selfishness at heart, oft do a deed 
 
 That will redound in benefits to all; 
 
 But yet be selfish when the end s disclosed. 
 
 He seems most loyal to the noble king, 
 
 And wields, e en now, the strong right arm of power. 
 
 Were heart and service both conjoined in him, 
 
 He would be past reproach. 
 
 Enter Melot. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Good even, all. 
 Is everything prepared? We start at night. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 It is, Sir Melot; readiness awaits 
 The king s command. 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 Perchance some exercise 
 Will lift the cloud of sadness from his face, 
 And let it beam as bright as it was wont. 
 
20 Tristan &P Isolde Act I 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Why? Is the king depressed? I saw it not; 
 And I have been a neighbour to his heart 
 These many months. 
 
 JENGUS 
 Aside. 
 
 No doubt, that is the cause. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 I know no reason, sir, but yet it seems 
 Some melancholy broods upon his brow. 
 I that have known him since I was a boy, 
 Have never seen his visage so unhappy. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 The king is past his youth; he is not sad. 
 Pray, would you have the middle-aged man 
 As blithe and supple as the younker there, 
 Who would outspeed his hound ? 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 It seemed he drooped 
 When Tristan went away to Bretigny. 
 He lives as if he were but half himself 
 Since Tristan left; and he has had no news; 
 No rumour of Sir Tristan s knightly deeds 
 Has come to rouse his pride. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Think you tis Tristan that the king now mourns 
 As if in death ? 
 
 LIONEL 
 I do. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 So do we all. 
 
Act I Tristan ^f Isolde 
 
 ARTHUR 
 
 With the hound. 
 
 Sir Lionel, I ve heard of Tristan s name; 
 My mother used it as a prayer for me, 
 That I should grow into a man, and be 
 Most like him. 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 Twould be well, my lad, for thee 
 To imitate such knighthood, if thou couldst. 
 He was a pattern knight, so noble, gentle, 
 And withal so strong. I can remember, 
 Some three years back, about this time of day, 
 When flowers yield most fragrance ere they close, 
 Upon the road that leads within the wood, 
 He slew grim Morolt. 
 
 ARTHUR 
 Who was Morolt, sir? 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 Isolde s uncle, and brother to the king, 
 The warlike Gormun, king of Ireland. 
 
 ARTHUR 
 Why slew he him? 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 He came for tribute, lad. 
 
 This land of ours had groaned beneath the tax 
 Of yearly stipend unto Ireland; 
 And Morolt, haughty in his dominance, 
 Came with his insolent demand again. 
 Then Tristan said to Mark: "My liege, let me, 
 Who am of Cornwall now, and of thy blood, 
 Relieve this land of bondage and the tax." 
 Not waiting for refusal then he rode 
 Upon the giant Morolt and his troop. 
 
22 Tristan dP Isolde Act I 
 
 We heard his thunderous cry: "Hear ye," he said, 
 
 "We shall no longer pay ye fealty, sir, 
 
 Nor any tribute." Dark the giant frowned 
 
 Upon the youth, and then a disdainful smile 
 
 Curled up his beard, and Tristan set his spear 
 
 And cried: "I am the tribute, sir. If thou 
 
 Be bold enough to take me, here I am 
 
 To meet thy capture. " And they met in fight. 
 
 They crashed like frowning clouds in a thunder shock; 
 
 And splintering lightnings shivered on their spears. 
 
 But Tristan hurled big Morolt o er his croup; 
 
 Then leaped he to the ground, as light as falls 
 
 The windless leaf of autumn to its grave. 
 
 Morolt arose, with curses on his lips, 
 
 Drawing his sword, he lashed at Tristan s helm; 
 
 And Tristan hewed the hulky giant down 
 
 Upon the second blow. The Irish left, 
 
 And since that time have never come again; 
 
 For we are now in peace and wedlock joined. 
 
 But Tristan found he had been wounded deep 
 
 In the encounter, with a poisoned sword. 
 
 He drooped since then, although, twas said, Isolde 
 
 Cured him of the wound. 
 
 ARTHUR 
 
 Was t honourable 
 For one to fight with poison on his sword ? 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 No, my lad; that was the reason why 
 Isolde undertook to cure the wound; 
 E en though twas done upon her enemy. 
 But, since that time, Sir Tristan always failed, 
 As if he had been spelled by magic art. 
 He came to Cornwall, whole in body, but, 
 I fear, not whole in spirit. He would once 
 
Act I Tristan ^f Isolde 23 
 
 Outride the boldest in the hunt or lists; 
 But, since that time, he never rode again. 
 
 ARTHUR 
 Where is he now? 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 Alas, we do not know; 
 Some say in Bretigny, or else in France; 
 But nothing certain. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Look, men, the shadows ears are pointed thin; 
 
 They slant now timorous from their lairs to peep 
 
 And hear if day be gone. Come, fellows, hasten 
 
 To see the horses and the hounds, if they 
 
 Be ready for the chase. Come, all; 
 
 We ll have our bout to-morrow, before noon. 
 
 Exeunt all but Melot. 
 MELOT 
 
 So Tristan tis, as these would have me think, 
 
 Has caused the whole of this abstraction. 
 
 I dare believe the root lies deeper yet 
 
 Of that dark gloom that grows to shade his face. 
 
 Tis not dug up with guessing: "Tristan s gone. 
 
 Tristan, while here, outstarred me; now, away, 
 
 He seems to have grown brighter, as a comet, 
 
 Quenched in the dark, still beams in memory. 
 
 He sits so surely in the king s regard, 
 
 Since he has gone, that mention of his name, 
 
 Without his praise, or hope of soon return, 
 
 Draws from the king a mild look of reproach, 
 
 That turns all envy to confusion. 
 
 He shines, anointed in the king s esteem, 
 
 And my sharp calumnies glide off from him, 
 
 Like drops from off a swan. Besides, the king, 
 
24 Tristan & Isolde Act I 
 
 Weak from very magnanimity, 
 
 Will not believe; and looks upon my hints 
 
 With mute command of silence in his pain. 
 
 No flash of anger, as at first: ah, true! 
 
 If Mark felt no forebodings of the truth; 
 
 Nor that my hints came but halfway to meet 
 
 With his suspicions coming the other half, 
 
 He would continue still in his rebuke. 
 
 He answers not; this argues half belief. 
 
 They both are noble, Tristan and the king; 
 
 My guilt ought hush me. Cease, and man thyself. 
 
 Ye scruples are the infants of my fear, 
 
 Which I will strangle at your very birth. 
 
 I ll think no more of it. To have him win, 
 
 Where I have failed; to plant his growing tree 
 
 Upon the soil, made rich with my defeat! 
 
 No, no. Why stays he not in Bretigny? 
 
 What does he here, stepped in as Mark s successor, 
 
 A mushroom that has sprung up over night? 
 
 And Tristan is no nobler than myself; 
 
 Yet still he grows in honour. He has done 
 
 More deftly what I tempted oft to do; 
 
 I rest now, as it is in Mark s disfavour; 
 
 And fall to lower ebb in his regard. 
 
 I must strike upward now, or fail in all. 
 
 Enter Rual, stealthily, through further door 
 at the right. He does not see Melot; but 
 Melot, standing in the shadow of the gate, 
 sees him. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Tis Rual by his gait; but why so close? 
 I ll hide me here to listen what is toward. 
 I have a premonition of some news, 
 To feed the king s suspicion and my cause. 
 
Act I Tristan & Isolde 25 
 
 Rual knocks gently for the servant, but 
 starts back at his own noise. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Did ever knocker make such noise as this ? 
 Twould rouse the dead. No answer, then again. 
 
 Knocks, but door opens. Rual, startled, 
 quickly recovers as servant appears. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Yes, yes, tis Rual; gape not, but be quick; 
 
 For I am still unseen, and would be off 
 
 Before an eye can find me. Where s Brangsena? 
 
 SERVANT 
 
 She was with the queen, when I last saw her. They 
 cannot have ventured far from here, for the queen has 
 not been well of late, nor joyous; and, if one could 
 trust what here is whispered by the gossiping maids 
 about her majesty, 
 
 RUAL 
 Enough ! 
 
 See that thou find Brangaena. Swallow thy words; 
 Go thou to seek her, I would speak with her, 
 With no one near; so haste. Here is a purse 
 To gag thy tongue withal. 
 
 Puts purse into servant s mouth. 
 
 SERVANT 
 
 I shall call her hither; but, since purchase breeds 
 advice, it were safelier to come within; for all prepare 
 here for a hunt, and meet together, within the hour to 
 start. I shall find the lady, and bring her to you. 
 Come within. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 I fear a woman s room more than a tent, 
 Where warriors slumber on their hostile arms. 
 Exit within. 
 
26 Tristan &f Isolde Act I 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Surmise will prophesy that Tristan comes! 
 
 I ll venture all my favour with the king 
 
 Upon this stake, and win beyond my hopes; 
 
 Or else lose all. The king has not looked kindly 
 
 Here of late upon my services; 
 
 And this will win or lose, for now I stand 
 
 Unsteadily. And Tristan comes again; 
 
 Isolde will receive him once again; 
 
 I ll to the king. My star is on the rise; 
 
 My plan is yet in ferment. I ll to the king. 
 
 Melot goes toward left, as king enters from 
 the right. 
 
 KING , 
 
 Where goest thou, Melot ? 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Well met, my liege; the men 
 Are all prepared, and wait for night to fall 
 And your command to ride off on the chase; 
 For everything is tip-toed for the start. 
 
 KING 
 
 My heart is not forth on the hunt to-night; 
 Some brooding heaviness oppresses me. 
 The evening seems too beautiful for blood, 
 Too much of mocking peace, except within. 
 My heart is knocking secrets in my breast, 
 Which I cannot interpret to my sense. 
 Some unnamed sadness, yet too deep for words, 
 Has settled with the evening on the earth; 
 And darkens all my thoughts from scrutiny: 
 But yet I feel that all is not aright. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 My liege, twill do thee good to ride; twill rouse 
 Thine all too flagging spirits. Thou broodest much. 
 
Act I Tristan & Isolde 27 
 
 KING 
 
 Thy hints would have me brood the more; if that 
 I listened with belief to what they pointed. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 My former duties to your majesty 
 Will plead with many prayers gainst thy distrust. 
 
 KING 
 
 Be not so dutiful: so then, in turn, 
 
 Twill not be so incumbent on my thanks 
 
 To listen to thy speech. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Wouldst thou prefer 
 
 That I should fawn on thee, like some I know; 
 
 And seek to rise in thy esteem by smiles, 
 
 Hiding the malice, as a gloss upon it ? 
 
 KING 
 
 The truth is sometimes hard to hear, I know; 
 But does it follow then, my lord, from this, 
 That everything that hurts, perforce, is truth? 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Nay, do not misbelieve me, liege, for tis 
 As I have often said hark, list to me; 
 Now I shall speak more openly my mind. 
 And wouldst thou have surcease of all thy fears, 
 Hear and attest the truth of what I say: 
 Tristan is secret come to Cornwall; sends 
 His missives to thy lady queen by Rual, 
 Whom I saw now, e en with my eyes, slink in. 
 
 KING 
 
 Thou liest, knave! Were Tristan landed here, 
 He would have sent announcement on ahead, 
 To make expectancy a pleasure, ere he came. 
 
28 Tristan |f Isolde Act I 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Hast thou heard aught of Tristan these long months; 
 
 Why should he wake the ear of Rumour now ? 
 
 Ah, true, I had forgot; perhaps he wed, 
 
 As Rumour says, Iseult of Bretigny. 
 
 But Rumour s parents never lived in wedlock; 
 
 And she is a bastard, so we ll have no faith 
 
 In what she says of other marriages: 
 
 Her parentage is illegitimate. 
 
 Perhaps he fathered that report himself 
 
 To better win thy over-credulous ear, 
 
 To indicate his love was elsewhere found. 
 
 But be not gulled by that transparent lie; 
 
 Thinking his love is elsewhere but in Cornwall. 
 
 KING 
 
 Art thou so pure of vicious taint, thyself, 
 That thus art bold to slander all I love ? 
 Art thou so proof and steadfast in thy virtue, 
 That thou so surely canst condemn another ? 
 Men usually condemn that vice the most 
 Which they half fear themselves are subject to; 
 And so buttress themselves in others praise, 
 Which always hesitates to join the man 
 With what he says is most detestable. 
 Complete thy virtues with some smack of mercy; 
 They savour else too much of Stoic pride; 
 Lacking th ennobling touch of sympathy 
 With what has fallen low. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Aside. 
 My Rubicon is crossed; I dare not fail. 
 
 A loud. 
 It is as I have said, my liege. 
 
Act I Tristan ftf Isolde 29 
 
 KING 
 
 Melot, 
 
 Thou sayest that Rual is already come, 
 And has not craved our presence ? 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Yes, my liege; 
 
 And further secretly besought Brangsena 
 For his lord. 
 
 KING 
 
 Darest thou avouch this, man, 
 And put against it, in the balance, all 
 Thy hopes of life and honour in this world, 
 And grace hereafter in the next? 
 
 MELOT 
 
 I do. 
 
 KING 
 
 Call Rual and the servants forth. I ll see. 
 I hope that I can prove thee false. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 My liege, 
 
 Pray do not so; yield to my plan to-night. 
 And, if I fail to prove thee what I say, 
 If thou thyself add not thy seal thereto, 
 There is a long time left for chastisement. 
 
 KING 
 Thou venturest well; what wouldst thou have me do? 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Go forth upon the hunt, and lead them on; 
 And then let us return before the rest, 
 And take an unexpected game within our nets. 
 Tristan will come 
 
30 Tristan ^f Isolde Act I 
 
 KING 
 
 Enough, no more, I pray. 
 How eager for my sanctity thou art! 
 I would not bring her to the trial, Melot. 
 Were it not that thou hast ventured all upon 
 The sureness of thy prophecy to-night, 
 I could not listen. I never heard thee speak 
 Too well of any one; but marvel yet 
 Thy bravery and daring in dispraise. 
 Go, get thee hence, and call Brangaena here; 
 I will not join thee on the hunt before 
 I ve looked upon my queen. I ll see thee anon. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Aside. 
 
 I too have prayed Isolde for her love; 
 I too have stormed the castle of her heart 
 With flaming firebrands shot at her breast. 
 Isolde dare not broach my suit to her; 
 She knows I know of Tristan; and her honour 
 Will never stand the shock of two assaults. 
 Proving her false in this, twill force discredit 
 On her truthfulness in all. 
 
 KING 
 
 Why stayest thou here? 
 MELOT 
 I wait upon thy further pleasure, liege. 
 
 KING 
 
 Thou hast served me with great pains; now call Bran- 
 gsena. 
 
 Exit Melot. 
 
 My fears are armour for his calumnies. 
 I cannot easily believe her false; 
 
Act I Tristan & Isolde 31 
 
 And, Tristan, no, it is incredible; 
 All knighthood falls in thy disloyalty. 
 
 Enter Brangana, much excited at first. 
 
 KING 
 Aside. Turning from Brangcena. 
 
 I cannot speak to her; I shame myself 
 
 In thus mistrusting, faugh, and if there be some 
 
 guilt, 
 She too would shield it. 
 
 Openly and calmly. 
 
 Go thou, Brangaena, tell thy queen Isolde 
 I rest within my chamber, ere I leave 
 To hunt all night. I did not sup with her, 
 And would bespeak her go. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 I shall, my liege. 
 
 Aside. 
 
 So close upon the footsteps of discovery, 
 And yet so ignorant of any wrong. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 KING 
 
 If she deny herself to me tonight, 
 
 I shall misjudge no longer, but discover 
 
 The questionable core of truth, deep hid 
 
 In the semblable exterior of deceit. 
 
 I hang all limp upon a rack of doubt; 
 
 And each dry leering glance can pierce and wound me. 
 
 Oh God, I am full loth to go; but yet 
 
 I must once see her face to face, to scan 
 
 If any shame lie hidden in her heart, 
 
 If summer lust lie under this cold snow, 
 
 Before I slander both our royal selves 
 
32 Tristan ^f Isolde Act I 
 
 In yielding to these infamous suggestions 
 
 When truth is got so easy, as it seems. 
 
 The golden glory of a monarch s love 
 
 Ought not so readily be misted, spoiled 
 
 And tarnished by mere breath of hate and guile. 
 
 Can she be both so lovely and so false ? 
 
 I ll pluck the heart of truth from out despair, 
 
 And live or die. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Gervaine hastily, knocking for the 
 
 servant. Reads letter. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Thou must be true to me, my Isabel; 
 I shall not think thee faithless, though were all 
 The courtiers in the kingdom, far and wide, 
 Gemmed with thy miniature, as with a cross, 
 To hang upon the breast; thy face a charm, 
 To invite the mildest powers to intercede 
 For their salvation. Love, I shall return 
 Upon the morrow morn; be well till then. 
 Let me possess thy thoughts, as thou dost mine. 
 
 Enter servant. 
 
 Take thou this to mistress Isabel, 
 And take this fee for silence and for haste; 
 I must be off. 
 
 Exit Gervaine. 
 SERVANT 
 
 I go. I go. Tis a good business. A summary 
 messenger with variable goodly and golden fees, ac 
 cording to the wealth of the sender. So speed me well. 
 I ought to frame a petition of license to the king; 
 but that craves further thought. Ah, but then, tis 
 secret, and the matter has no tongue; why should there 
 then be ears? 
 
 Exit. 
 
Act I Tristan &f Isolde 33 
 
 Enter Cathbad by another door, stealthily, 
 and in haste. He knocks on servant s door, 
 and reads letter aloud. 
 
 CATHBAD 
 
 I would that I could steal thee, Isabel, 
 
 As I have stolen thy miniature. Forgive, 
 
 If one will tell of my dear loving theft. 
 
 Twas love that stole, for thou st stolen my heart; 
 
 And twas a fair reprise; forgive me, fair, 
 
 If I have dared to love and hoped to win. 
 
 Disdain not all my love; each smallest part 
 
 Were then enough t excuse my suit to thee. 
 
 Enter servant. Seeing Cathbad with letter. 
 
 SERVANT 
 Aside. 
 
 Upon my word, another missive full of vows and 
 blood. Is all the world in love? Is Venus (who, I 
 have heard, is lit with lover s eyes) is Venus in the 
 ascendant; and am I made a Mercury general to the 
 males ? 
 
 CATHBAD 
 
 Thou knowest the lady Isabel; take this 
 
 Upon the silent wings of haste to her; 
 
 And let this fledge thy wings and clog thy tongue. 
 
 Gives him purse. 
 SERVANT 
 
 No more missives from Peter to the scullery. I 
 serve now only the nobility. Business is heavy, and 
 I shall soon keep a clerk. 
 
 CATHBAD 
 
 What sayest thou, fool? Haste and dispatch. 
 
 SERVANT 
 
 Yes, yes, I go. 
 
 Exit. 
 
34 Tristan &f Isolde Act I 
 
 Bugle sounded for the hunt to gather. 
 CATHEAD 
 
 They muster now anon. 
 
 Hunters -fill the stage with hounds and 
 implements of the chase. 
 Enter among others Melot, Cathbad, Ger- 
 vaine, jEngus, and Arthur. Melot stands 
 anxiously in the background, looking for the 
 
 HUNTERS IN CHORUS 
 
 The saddled steeds in the mews are stamping; 
 
 The coistril asses bray. 
 
 There is music of chains and of bits loud champing; 
 And rattle of armour and buckles aclamping, 
 
 Amid the shrilly neigh 
 
 Of blooded coursers, that scorn the ground, 
 With a toss of the mane and a springing bound. 
 
 MELOT 
 Where is the king? 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 We wait for him. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Perhaps he will not come; he seemed in doubt. 
 
 CHORUS 
 The armour is standing, all bright in the hall, 
 
 Bows and arrows and spears. 
 The leader is ready, awaiting the call; 
 The huntsmen are eager for night to fall; 
 
 Too slow the daylight wears 
 A laggard pace through the waning sky; 
 Were the day a hound, twould quicklier fly. 
 Curtain descends on this tableau. 
 
Act II 
 
THE balcony of Isolde s room in the wing of 
 Castle Tintagel. To the left rear is the large 
 turret seen in Act I, from which wide circular 
 steps lead down to the stage. To the right rear is the 
 deep, dark forest. The left foreground has a large 
 round-arched portico and entrance to the castle. The 
 right foreground has a low marble seat, draped with 
 dark purple cloth. There is a balustrade extending 
 around the rear of the balcony; and in the right rear 
 there is a flight of broad steps descending from the 
 stage to the level of the forest below. There is no light 
 save the warm, soft light of the evening, and the mild 
 effluence of the crescent moon above the turret. 
 
Act II 
 
 Early Evening 
 
 As curtain rises, Isolde is discovered in her balcony, listening 
 to the hunting song below. 
 
 CHORUS OF HUNTERS. 
 
 In a trice we are off, and our steeds shall wind us 
 
 Through caverns of the night; 
 Swifter than light, for the sparks rain behind us; 
 We shall pass and return, ere the slow dawn can find us 
 
 Yea, swifter than the light. 
 Our coursers pant fire; it flames in the eye, 
 It flares in the nostril; they burn as they fly. 
 
 Curtain entirely raised. 
 
 Some huntsmen abroad are outspreading the mesh 
 
 Of the finely woven snare. 
 
 The hounds are straining with might at the leash, 
 With nostrils astart for the smell of flesh; 
 
 They sniff for a taint in the air. 
 At a leap with each pulse they will skim away; 
 Afar, in the distance, resounds their bay. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 The evening seems a winter dream of spring, 
 So mild and soft, so mystic and unreal, 
 Ephemeral as childhood s memory, 
 When peeping through the vacancy of age. 
 The air is full of strange enchantments now, 
 Filling the senses numb with soft delight. 
 Now were a time most fitly sought to die; 
 
38 Tristan & Isolde Act II 
 
 Half dreaming melt into the elements, 
 When they seem most alive and beautiful : 
 To fade into the purple of the west. 
 
 Enter Brangcsna with Isabel. 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Isolde, Isolde, 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Tis thou, Brangsena. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Yes, with greetings from the king, 
 Thy liege and husband Mark. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Aside. 
 
 My liege and husband. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Sends thus his pleasure to his loving queen. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Aside. 
 
 His loving queen. 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 He rests in armour, waiting for the hunt, 
 Which starts at fall of night; and bids thee come. 
 He lacked thy presence at the evening meal; 
 And will be gone till dawn. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Brangsena, stay. 
 I shall send Isabel 
 
 To Isabel. 
 
 Go thou, and say 
 
 Unto my lord the king, I am not well : 
 Tell him I have retired to my room. 
 
Act II Tristan Sf Isolde 39 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 He can but spend a moment with thee ; go, 
 I pray thee, dear, and use him not so hard. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 To Isabel. 
 Thou hast my answer; bring it to the king. 
 
 Exit Isabel. 
 
 Brangsena, come thou close; my heart is full 
 Of strange forebodings and of portents wild. 
 
 BRANG,ENA 
 
 Bad dreams are said to augur opposites, 
 And bring us joys in weeds of sorrow draped. 
 I almost fear to tell my other charge. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 What is it ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Isolde, one more hasty message, 
 Breathed in a secret ear from one thou lovest. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Tristan! 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 Yes, his avant courier waits, 
 And bides thine answer. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Haste thee, speak. 
 
 BRANGvENA 
 
 He brings his master s greeting from anear; 
 And begs thee grant an audience for to-night. 
 Sir Tristan lingers hidden in the wood, 
 To hear thy word. 
 
40 Tristan SP Isolde Act II 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Is Tristan well ? Much changed ? 
 Ah, tell me, sweet, how looks that knightly front ? 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 Isolde, hark, I have not seen thy love; 
 Only his courier bides at the postern gate: 
 Sir Tristan is not come; and RuaPs horse 
 Paws restlessly, and curvets many rods 
 Under the outer barbacan, as if 
 The brute could also share anxiety. 
 They chafe to hear thy bidding, and the sign 
 To tell the joyous news Tristan may come 
 And feed his famished eyes upon thy face. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I knew not why I could not bide the king; 
 Some prophecy had whispered in my heart 
 Its mute unworded oracle. 
 
 Hunters singing below: 
 CHORUS 
 
 The hounds are off, and the flying steeds lag, 
 
 As over the hills they go. 
 Our arrows will fly to the heart of the stag, 
 Caught wild in a leap from crag to crag, 
 
 But for the hounds too slow. 
 Our spears will pierce the frenzied boar; 
 And the mildest grasses will drink his gore. 
 
 Jubilant shouts below of "The king!" "Hail 
 to the king!" 
 
 CHORUS 
 
 The echoes will rouse at the sound of our horn: 
 
 Tan tan tara tara ta lira 
 Twill shiver the night like the coming of morn; 
 
Act II Tristan df Isolde 41 
 
 From the hills to the valleys twill rocking be borne: 
 
 Tan tan tara tara ta lira 
 Heigho for the hunter that quarries the beast! 
 A prize of the fell and first place at the feast. 
 
 Isolde goes to the balcony and looks out. 
 Horns, stamping, etc. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 The king has gone upon the hunt. Oh haste, 
 Bid Rual speed and tell his master this: 
 Were Isolde in her death s last agony, 
 She yet would rise to find her life renewed 
 In his embrace. Bid his retainer haste. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Isolde, pray do not receive him now. 
 
 When Mark had spoken, I did think all well; 
 
 But now, I would not have thee meet him. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Peace ! 
 Not risk as much for him as he for me ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 He knows not of the danger on his trail; 
 And Melot, when he called me to the king, 
 Looked gracious, more than was his wont. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 The more my risk, the greater sacrifice. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 To-morrow will be safer. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Brangaena, haste. 
 
 If he dare come, shall I not dare receive him ? 
 My happiness is hanging by a thread. 
 
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 Brangsena, speed thy task, and bide within 
 
 With Isabel; nor come to tell me later 
 
 What thou hast said. I know that he will come. 
 
 I send thee thus with no alternative, 
 
 And will receive no answer; go. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 The signal, lady, when he may approach ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Ah, yes, almost forgot. My veil shall hang; 
 He knows the veil, twas treasured since he left. 
 Twill hang from out the upper turret s mullion; 
 Where, long ago, it often hung before. 
 He knows the place, too, the same balcony 
 That overlooks the wood. Tell him when night, 
 With precious darkness blinds his eager sight, 
 I shall await him. Go, Brangaena, go; 
 And I myself shall hang this evening star; 
 No other hands but these. 
 
 Exit Brangczna. Isolde goes above to the 
 turret. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 It grows already dark. I think that night, 
 Always the friend of lovers, hears my prayer. 
 
 Looking out from above. 
 
 The cavalcade goes out the northern gate; 
 And Tristan s message is already passed. 
 Isolde chants. 
 SONG TO THE NIGHT 
 
 Come, night, and fold the world in thine embrace; 
 On the yielding breast of earth sink in repose. 
 Join waiting lovers at each trysting place; 
 
 And each dull sightless eye of daylight close. 
 Steal soft, but quickly. 
 
Act II Tristan & Isolde 43 
 
 The gloaming is the day grown sick with yearning 
 For his fond lover and eve s dewy bed: 
 
 Oh come, thou night, the heliotrope is turning, 
 And each earth flower hangs a weary head. 
 Steal soft, but quickly. 
 
 Each maiden lily weeps a tear of anguish, 
 
 A tear of hope and disappointment blent; 
 
 iful earth doth lani 
 
 Come quickly, all the mournful earth doth languish. 
 Who, envious of our joy, doth hold thee pent ? 
 Steal soft, but quickly. 
 
 The longing shadows stretch out toward the east; 
 
 The dark moon in its crescent s arm is clasped. 
 The dusky valley rolls in billowy mist: 
 
 Day should, ere this, his golden last have gasped. 
 Steal soft, but quickly. 
 
 Come, Tristan, let the querulous day not hold thee; 
 
 These arms will fold thee. Come, thou wanderer. 
 Let daylight linger; can thy love not bold thee 
 
 To dare a dying sun for sake of her, 
 Who bids thee quickly ? 
 
 Fly, doves, and wake the owls to hasten evening; 
 
 Invite the nightingale to her complaint: 
 Perhaps the day s wan ghost is lingering 
 
 For mournful obsequies ; but I am faint. 
 Come, night, yea quickly. 
 
 The horn of the hunter no longer wounds my ear; 
 
 Even the chattering echo is asleep. 
 Come, love, each wind doth murmur thou art near; 
 
 From bending heavens restless stars do peep. 
 Tristan, Tristan. 
 
44 Tristan {%f Isolde Act II 
 
 How often, in my thought, I called thy name, 
 
 And always didst thou come; why stayest thou 
 
 now? 
 
 However far thou wert, twas yet the same; 
 Thou earnest at my bidding breathed low. 
 Tristan, Tristan. 
 
 I call thee now in voice; my lips would press 
 
 A burning kiss upon each syllable; 
 Yet com st thou not. Dost fear thy happiness ? 
 
 Tristan, tis eve, I hear the vesper knell 
 
 Vesper rings. 
 The day s death, Tristan. 
 
 Enter Tristan below, into the pale moon 
 light. Isolde sees him. 
 
 Oh, Tristan, come not with the knell, pray wait 
 
 Oh come not, stay but one eternal trice; 
 Some premonition 
 
 Tristan leaps up the turret steps. Isolde 
 comes to meet him. They embrace. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Love, Isolde, Fate, 
 
 For once, is kind: I ve paid the exile s price 
 Of tears and hopes. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I ve borne thy kiss unsmirched upon my lips, 
 Inviolate, since thou hast left. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Twas long. 
 
 I ve hungered often for this moment, love: 
 My soul seemed haggard, when removed from thee. 
 
Act II Tristan df Isolde 45 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 As mine removed from thine. Ah, Tristan, love, 
 Thou art my sunlight; let me sheaf thee up 
 And garner thee within my arms. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 My bosom 
 Has been cold since thou hast left it bare. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Fold me up within thine arms again, 
 To feel thy wandering breath upon my brow; 
 Let me be islanded in thine embrace; 
 And let the ocean of humanity 
 Reel and stagger in a waste beyond. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Once more to have thee close to me, my love 
 Tis like a re-discovery of home: 
 A welling fountain in a desert plain, 
 When one had feared his hopes were a mirage. 
 Thou art no dream, my love ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 How pale thou art! 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 I left my life behind me, when I went, 
 And now return to living powers again: 
 Once more I breathe the vital airs and live. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Where hast thou wandered through these long sad 
 months ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Through lonely deserts, for thou wert not there. 
 The flowers had no beauty in my sight; 
 The harvests waved for everyone but me; 
 
46 Tristan & Isolde Act II 
 
 The early winds were odourless for me. 
 
 I lived but in the past, and in my hopes, 
 
 E en though they perjured my resolves and thine. 
 
 Isolde, what deep vows we swore! 
 
 I have seen thee, love, now let me go. 
 
 My heaven is attained before my death; 
 
 And let us both think this a gracious dream, 
 
 Then vows and honour both would be intact. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 What spirit prompted us to take those vows ? 
 My heart has never joined my hand in them; 
 Thou hadst not gone beyond the threshold, love, 
 Before I wished thee back again. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Isolde, 
 
 More faithless was I to my vows than thou. 
 The further I withdrew from thee, the more 
 I languished for return. At every step, 
 A vow rebroken, and I wandered far. 
 How does my uncle Mark? What have I said! 
 Forgive me, God, for mention of his name. 
 How does my liege the king since I have gone ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Quite well. Why hast thou not sent messages 
 These many months ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 I could not send to him: 
 He has become a barrier twixt our loves, 
 No longer mine own kin, yet innocent. 
 What do we here ? We both are outcasts, love, 
 Shipwrecked in hope upon a desperate sea 
 Of throbbing wholesome life about us both. 
 I saw some holy men upon my road, 
 
Act II Tristan & Isolde 47 
 
 Some palmers, happy in their purged lives; 
 
 But I was all too happy in my sin 
 
 To understand their bliss, or envy them; 
 
 To be as blithe and innocent as they. 
 
 I wished for death; I longed and prayed for death; 
 
 I was in love with death, and tried to woo her soft; 
 
 But hopes of seeing thee brought life again, 
 
 And made me false to her. I never knew 
 
 That men could have such life in their despair. 
 
 My hopelessness gave courage still to live; 
 
 For I had reached the lowest ebb of all; 
 
 And any change, perforce, was betterment. 
 
 The winter set a tombstone on the earth; 
 
 Snow drifted in the hollows of my heart; 
 
 And yet I lived. And then the summer came. 
 
 No blossoms bloomed within my stony breast; 
 
 But sterile hope began to stir again. 
 
 Couldst thou not be far happier, were I dead ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I ve lived with Mark, because he was thy kin. 
 I tried to love him as I would have loved 
 Thy child, if thou hadst died before my time, 
 Leaving this remnant of thyself to me, 
 To cheer my widowhood. The attempt was sick 
 And failed, alas! Husband and child in one 
 He took thy place, I did not raise him to it. 
 How could it help but fail ? Alas, it failed, 
 Because I always prayed that it would fail. 
 Why speak we of what was, or what will be ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 I ve lived so long within the past, tis grown 
 The only language I can speak. The runes, 
 Glooming the infinite future, still are dumb 
 And unintelligible. Here we stand 
 
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48 Tristan & Isolde Act II 
 
 Upon the keen point of a mountain peak, 
 Both sides abysses, past and those to come. 
 No higher satisfaction than a fear 
 Darkening the depths. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Thou rt come again; 
 King Mark is on the hunt; the night is ours. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Ah, yes, we ought be happy, ought we not ? 
 But happiness is yet an unknown tongue, 
 Too long forgotten to be reassumed 
 With all the fluency of constant use. 
 We ll speak about the past as if twere past. 
 We should be happy, ought we not, my love ? 
 Come, let us speak again of what has happed, 
 As though twere buried, and could never rise 
 As a ghost to fright us with unreal fears. 
 We ll speak of what is gone, as twere a tale 
 Others have lived, and lived unhappily. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 How earnest thou here, to Cornwall ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 Abstractedly. 
 
 Ah, time has brought again undreamed joys; 
 And all is safe; my old retainer lurks 
 Within the shadow of the king s approach. 
 Oh, all the restless months I drave abroad, 
 Since last we parted, now seem swallowed up 
 In one abyss of painful memory 
 A nightmare brooding o er a bed of pain. 
 The past is joined again, and I awake, 
 As doth the year from winter sleep to spring. 
 It seems as if I never left thy lips; 
 Nor pressed the unwilling hand in last adieu. 
 
Act II Tristan @f Isolde 
 
 49 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Speak not that knell again if thou dost love. 
 Nay, Tristan, there will be no more adieus; 
 For thou wilt never leave me, love, to die 
 Forsaken of thy love; nay, not to die, 
 Far worse than death, to wander sinfully, 
 Like an unshriven ghost, through all the toil 
 Of desolate days and desert nights; to pine 
 Through leaden moments sluggish as the years 
 Of sunless aeons at the midnight pole. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 With slight scorn. 
 
 Ah, love, mine was, perhaps, an easier lot: 
 
 Through France I wandered, flitted through Provence; 
 
 I shunned the garish day, and rode by night, 
 
 Or else, in maddened heat, I lost myself, 
 
 Vainly endeavouring to forget our love, 
 
 As we had promised at our last farewell. 
 
 I wandered thus, through dreary, dreary days; 
 
 At length my heart failed; I could go no more. 
 
 The tourney clarion sounded in my ears, 
 
 Yet waked no courage echo in my heart; 
 
 For I had lost my spirit and my name, 
 
 The honour I achieved on tented fields, 
 
 Won at the spear s point, in the enemy s midst, 
 
 In many feudal wars and many lands. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Tristan, no more; was fate less harsh with me? 
 
 I lingered here alone; no deeds could help 
 
 To rouse my drooping spirit from its dusk. 
 
 The world seemed but one large and moveless shadow, 
 
 Stretched from o erhanging barren, naked boughs 
 
 Over the winter s ice, opaque and chill. 
 
50 Tristan @>f Isolde Act II 
 
 I tried to summon hate to kill my love 
 
 To no avail. In vain, I often mused: 
 
 Twas thou that slew my kinsman on my soil, 
 
 Brave Morolt. Yet was all my fiery hate, 
 
 The frenzy of my malice, turned to love, 
 
 Intense, a pendular extreme swung full 
 
 To the utmost swing; for I must love thee, knight, 
 
 As once I hated thee, fervent and fierce : 
 
 No placid middle course betwixt extremes. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Tell me, Isolde, I know thou lovest me; 
 Thou lt answer me the truth, I know thou wilt. 
 This also could avail thy former hate 
 To help thee slay an outraged love. 
 A babbling rumour brought the jealous news 
 That Tristan, noble Tristan Lyonesse, 
 Had wed the fair Iseult of Bretigny. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Ah, Tristan, say not so, deny it. 
 Rumour hath often fashioned lies before. 
 Why pause? Thine arms release me: speak, 
 Oh speak the truth, the worst, the bitterest truth. 
 Speak, Tristan, thou dost know . . . 
 
 I, too, am wed. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Isolde, listen till the end: 
 In many lands I wandered, anguish driven, 
 Until I came, at length, to Bretigny. 
 My old ancestral home in ruins lay; 
 But since its ruin imaged forth my heart, 
 I thought that there I haply could content 
 My few last days among its mossed walls. 
 Iseult of Bretigny dwelt close near me. 
 
Act II Tristan {If Isolde 51 
 
 She was a youthful love; I knew her long. 
 
 There was a magic in the very name; 
 
 And I betrothed myself to cure my grief, 
 
 To turn it to some positive pain of woe, 
 
 That I might then live down. I prayed that God 
 
 Would blot thy hovering image from my mind; 
 
 And aid me to regain what I had lost. 
 
 One lonely evening, in the calm, there came 
 
 A thought as wild as ever seared my brain: 
 
 "Thou dost not love this Iseult; canst thou bring 
 
 This innocent lamb, to quench a sinful flame 
 
 With chaste and trustful blood ? Thou lov st her not : 
 
 Twere better one should die than both should live 
 
 A mockery on life and love." Then, too, 
 
 The desecration of thy love wrought so, 
 
 I could no further wander in my suit. 
 
 And so I broke it off, confessed my guilt; 
 
 Told her the motive of dishonoured vows. 
 
 Had she but scorned me, I could bear it well. 
 
 Ah no, Isolde, no such joy for me. 
 
 The drops of pity stood within those eyes, 
 
 Melting her pride. She took my hand in hers, 
 
 Released me to the world again, to thee; 
 
 Said she was proud to have occupied thy place; 
 
 And, like a mongrel cur, I slunk away 
 
 Whipped with her kindness. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 And then 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 And then I wandered with blind steps, 
 As listless and as wild as are the paths 
 The sorrowing wind makes through the waving grass 
 At sunset, when the world is bowed in grief. 
 Thou wert an unacknowledged beacon to my feet. 
 
52 Tristan Sf Isolde Act II 
 
 I wandered here, as to the very place 
 
 That I did once avoid; and when I saw 
 
 The dream-familiar haunts I knew so well, 
 
 I came to see thee once before my death, 
 
 To throw myself once more upon my knees 
 
 To beg thee 
 
 Isolde, hear, there is one saintly gule 
 
 Beaming still white on my besmirched escutcheon: 
 
 My tears have washed that spot and kept it pure. 
 
 One bar of honour beams upon my shield; 
 
 I ve never lost my love for thee; I ve often tried. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Didst thou not love Iseult of Bretigny ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Isolde, hearken, love, when I was gored, 
 
 Struck to the earth by Morolt s poisonous sword, 
 
 It was Isolde healed me of that wound; 
 
 But, in the healing, thou didst then inflict 
 
 A deeper, subtler wound, deep to the heart. 
 
 Thou couldst not heal the gash thyself didst make. 
 
 I turned to Iseult for a second cure. 
 
 I bared my breast to her; she had no spell, 
 
 No soothing touch to balm away the burn. 
 
 Wouldst thou, Isolde, that I had been cured ? 
 
 A long pause, then Tristan, startled. 
 
 What is that light, Isolde ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Where, my love? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Above. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Oh, tis Brangsena in her tower room. 
 
Act II Tristan ^f Isolde 53 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Aside. 
 
 Love-making under shadows, once again; 
 All love- joy slain with the first beam of day 
 Impaled, perhaps, to be held up to shame. 
 A life of guilty blisses bred in the dark: 
 Love-making, poisoned full of fears and conscience, 
 While tis a-making A cursed thing of sins 
 Too deep to be confessed. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 What ails thee, love ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 A still-born joy, all moribund at birth; 
 An aspen bliss, that quavers in the breath, 
 Spent in professing it Oh God! 
 
 Rising. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Thou wilt not leave me. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 No, not against thy will. 
 I would abide with thee eternally; 
 Share every breath with thee and die with thee, 
 To moulder with thee till our dust embraced; 
 And rise with thee to glory mid the stars. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Oh, would that I had poisoned both of us; 
 Or that the shrieking spirits of the storm 
 Had never disobeyed my beck. I once 
 Could charm the winds and seas; command their 
 
 strength, 
 
 As if they were my thralls. I summoned them 
 To gulf the hostile ship that bore us both. 
 
54 Tristan df Isolde Act II 
 
 Three long wild nights I called, and the sea heard, 
 Scourged like a brutish monster under the lash; 
 But still the arch spirit laughed upon the wave; 
 Shrilled through his frothy teeth, and hissed, "Isolde, 
 Thou too art now controlled; we would obey, 
 If thou wert free to give command. We serve 
 None other but thy will, none other, none." 
 And through the rigging shrieked the echo: "None." 
 I knew then that my hate was almost love. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Then willingly would I have died with thee. 
 I felt no shame in that last wild embrace; 
 I thought that it had been our last; for life 
 Had terrors for me worse than death; and thou 
 Hadst once before pointed a sword at me. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 But that is past, and thou art here again. 
 I married Cornwall to be near to thee; 
 I never loved the king. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 My uncle Mark- 
 How long must I draw thus my breath in shame! 
 Oh God, the worm within the rose again 
 That seemed so damask fair; the beady eyes, 
 Blinking like sleeping serpents on the brim 
 Of my sweet cup of life. How long, how long, 
 Perhaps we might have lived too happily, 
 Aspiring for a paradise on earth. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Tristan, thou wert nearer when away from me. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 And I must go away again, Isolde. 
 I would not have thee seem dishonourable. 
 
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 Shall tongues besmirch the name I love to hear, 
 Clothing our loves in shame ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Sorrow and shame 
 
 Have bowed me to the yoke I have to bear. 
 Is it for this that I have prayed so long ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 My prayer would have thee better than thou knowest. 
 Pardon, my love, I would not hurt thy fears; 
 But the very strength of love I bear to thee 
 Seems brutal in its force and violence. 
 I could not willingly do hurt unto 
 The merest gossamer of thy fine-spun wish, 
 Trembling with rainbow hopes under the sun. 
 My love for thee would have thee pedestalled 
 Above the possible abuse of men. 
 Isolde, half my grief is grief for thee alone, 
 Unshared by any thoughts of my own pain. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Tristan, thy name is sadness, yet I feel 
 I too through all this tearful time have earned 
 A privilege to share that name with thee: 
 Its spell has cast an ever-deepening shade 
 Upon my life, until it grew my own. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 The honey time of breathed vows is past. 
 What shall we do ? Love, thou must come with me. 
 We cannot linger thus; King Mark must know 
 I have thy whole heart; thou hast naught beyond 
 To give to him. We can no longer lie. 
 I would not hate my kinsman as my foe; 
 Stealing in honour s theft what fate gave me. 
 Isolde, speak, say thou wilt fly with me. 
 
56 Tristan & Isolde Act II 
 
 We take but what is ours; come, Isolde, 
 Thou must come; for I take but that which is 
 By thy confession all my own. Why wait? 
 Time serves us with occasion; let us fly 
 Quick as the time upon its aidant wing. 
 
 Isolde is silent for a moment. 
 Dost thou command me leave thee, love thou rt mute? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Tristan, no, no. Nay, go not, go not now; 
 And yet my fears command thee not to stay. 
 I ll fly with thee, wherever thou wilt go; 
 I ve always been with thee. 
 
 Calls. 
 
 Brangsena, hist 
 
 A noise. 
 
 Enter Rual, driving in Melot at sword s 
 
 point. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Die, thou spying, smelling, sneaking hound. 
 If I could make dispatch without my sword, 
 I would not smirch its honour in thy gore. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Look to thyself, thou Pandarus. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Beware! 
 Tristan, a spying dog! 
 
 TRISTAN 
 Put up thy sword. 
 
 Brangcena, coming down hastily from 
 turret. 
 
 BRANGSENA 
 
 Isolde, I saw the king approach the gate; 
 I could not so mistake so high a crest. 
 
Act II Tristan ^f Isolde 57 
 
 There seemed to lurk aside him one whose step 
 I am familiar with, seen in the dark o nights. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Brangsena, this is he. This is the cur, 
 
 Enter king behind, unnoticed by all. 
 
 The mongrel hound who licked and fawned me first, 
 
 With base and flattering tongue. I knew thee, knave. 
 
 Now, like the dog thou art, thou show st thy fangs, 
 
 More like a snake that bites a scorning heel; 
 
 When honour treads a shame in its own dust. 
 
 Thou rt waked again by envy to new life. 
 
 The falsehood thou didst act against thy king, 
 
 The treason to thy vowed allegiance, 
 
 Thou heap st upon another s honoured head 
 
 To save thy own. Thou, his informer, Melot! 
 
 Who dared once offer me the secret love 
 
 That thou betrayest now, thy heat rebuked! 
 
 Oh, shame, let one that has no guilt at heart 
 
 Be first to cast the stone. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Drawing. 
 
 Thou miscreant dog, 
 Thy steel is drawn; defend thyself. 
 
 MELOT 
 I ll not cross swords with such as thou. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Thou couldst do well to die by such a hand. 
 Nay, too much honour for a skulking wretch; 
 Twould save thee from deserved oblivion. 
 To die by such an arm, twould be too much 
 For such as thou. Come, spend no breath in prayer; 
 Thou lt need it all. If that thy coward legs, 
 
58 Tristan gf Isolde Act II 
 
 Well trained to flee, had served not so well, 
 Thou wouldst e en now be groaning out thy last, 
 Upon the highway where we met. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Coward, 
 One of us two must die; so guard thyself. 
 
 They fight. 
 
 KING 
 
 Coming forward. 
 Tristan! 
 
 Tristan drops his sword, but Melot keeps 
 on fighting. Rual interferes to guard his 
 master, and disarms Melot; but Tristan has 
 been wounded. 
 
 KING 
 
 Lay nothing more upon thy soul. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 To Melot. 
 
 Cullion and coward, to strike at one unarmed 
 And undefended! 
 
 Tristan staggers into Rual s arms. 
 
 KING 
 
 Peace! throw down your swords 
 
 Then to Melot. 
 
 Yes, thou didst speak the truth; but yet from such 
 As thou I cannot hear it said. Thy tongue 
 Doth blacken candour when it utters it. 
 Thy treasonous heart puts on the mask of truth; 
 What canst thou say to answer this, I charge ? 
 
 Brang&na and Isolde are with Tristan and 
 Rual on right of stage. 
 
Act II Tristan {%f Isolde 59 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Aside. 
 
 Ah, go, good Rual, lead him off. 
 Bring him to Bretigny; all will be well. 
 Tristan, stay not; all will be well, I know: 
 There is as much of fate as fault in this. 
 I ll venture on the presence of the king, 
 And tell a secret to his majesty, 
 Too sad for condemnation. Go, pray go. 
 When he learns all, he must forgive us all; 
 Or else I ll share the lot of sin with you. 
 Oh, tarry not, but go immediately. 
 I know thy fate; I was its instrument. 
 
 KING 
 
 To Melot. 
 
 If thou canst clear thee of the very crime 
 Thou standest now accuser for, I ll hear; 
 Till then, be silent. Oft, ere Tristan left 
 Our kingdom, didst thou pour thy venom breath 
 In my unwilling ears; with words to hint 
 That Tristan shaped succession for my crown 
 By treasonous ways. I see thy soul 
 Ambitious to outstar by foulest means 
 The rising sun of Tristan soon eclipsed. 
 Envy, whetted on malice, forked thy tongue; 
 Calumniating others but to hide 
 Thy nude, defeated guilt in others shame; 
 Building thyself in honour on the wrecks 
 Of those whose fame and honourable name 
 Thou levelest down. Melot, if, in three days, 
 Thou hast not cleared thyself of what I charge; 
 Or, if thy shame, last remnant of thine honour, 
 Banish thee not hence; I shall proclaim 
 
60 Tristan & Isolde Act II 
 
 Rewards upon thy head, dead or alive. 
 
 Now go. 
 
 Exit Melot. 
 
 Is Tristan wounded ? 
 
 BRANGJENA [faints. 
 
 Slightly, my liege; he 
 
 RUAL 
 That was a coward blow that Melot struck. 
 
 KING 
 
 The hunt is over, and the heart is slain. 
 My soul misgives me, oh, how I fear to know 
 The bald, entire truth. 
 
 Exit into castle. 
 Curtain. 
 
Act III 
 
THE king s audience chamber in Castle Tin- 
 tagel. The hall is very high, round-arched 
 and vaulted. There are massive pillars to 
 support the arches; and, to the right, is a narrow 
 aisle, between the pillars and the wall. There are en 
 trances to both right and left foreground. In the centre 
 of the hall is an elevated throne, with a single throne 
 chair upon it. The light is given by a burning cresset. 
 
Act HI 
 
 Late Night 
 
 The curtain discovers King Mark alone upon his throne. 
 KING 
 
 A king should be his people in one man. 
 I ve tried to be; but am their griefs alone, 
 And nothing of their joys. Ah, who would be 
 A king! Whom can I trust? Deluded fool, 
 Sport for the nearest of my heart s elect, 
 Target for all the wandering shafts of shame. 
 And must I spend my blood in blushes now, 
 That once would give my every drop for them ? 
 To learn the truth from sources that I hate, 
 And would have died but to have proven false! 
 That one I loved and cherished as a son 
 Should turn the snake to sting my nurturing bosom. 
 Did Fate need both of them to fail me now 
 In faithlessness ? Whom have I here about 
 To solace now my life ? Its chiefest part 
 Was spent to rear my kingdom up for him; 
 
 Knocking heard at the door, to left. 
 And now he fails me, and perhaps is dead. 
 
 Knocking. Then enter Brangcena. 
 KING 
 
 Thinking it his servant. 
 Tell everyone I will not be disturbed. 
 
64 Tristan {|f Isolde Act III 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Thy servant has withdrawn to let me in; 
 I would not be refused. 
 
 KING 
 
 What enter here! 
 
 Thy shame ought take thee hence; ere my command 
 Burst out and bid thee go. Darest thou so much 
 As force thyself ? I cannot bear thy face 
 Begone. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Oh, king, by all the love that once 
 Did warm thy heart to those thou long hast loved 
 By all the hopes thou hadst of love returned, 
 Hear me. 
 
 KING 
 
 Again be gulled by smooth deceit; 
 And once again be buffeted by lies 
 From one to th other ? No. Those that I loved 
 Have dallied with me ill enough till now: 
 Can I expect the less sin, then, from thee, 
 To whom I never leaned ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Dost thou prefer 
 
 To thus believe all irredeemable ? 
 I cannot gloze it all, nor all the guilt 
 Extenuate; I am too deep myself; 
 But they were puppets both for grinning Fate. 
 
 KING 
 
 Art thou, too, one of Ireland s sorcerers, 
 That play with Fate and destiny for sport ? 
 I ve heard Isolde came from such a stock. 
 What witchcraft wilt thou practise now on me ? 
 Their sin was patent, glaring, manifest, 
 
Act III Tristan & Isolde 65 
 
 Open to view; wouldst thou then call me blind 
 Or idiotic ? Go, my senses fail. 
 Thunder is hovering o er thy guilty head. 
 Go, go; till now I always thought thee far 
 Too small for punishment. Wake not my ire, 
 Lest it burn thee too. 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 I fear it not. 
 
 Thine anger could not hurt me half so much 
 As silence forced, where truth could ease us all. 
 
 KING 
 
 Aside. 
 
 I listened once to Melot for my pain; 
 Why not to her for solace ? God, the truth 
 Give me the truth, e en though the words be spears 
 Each quivering in my breast. 
 
 Aloud. 
 
 Now, answer me. 
 
 Upon thy life use no evasions, woman. 
 I would not thus have brought thee to this pass; 
 Thou st made thy fate; I did not summon thee; 
 Now thou art here, so answer truthfully: 
 How long was Tristan here ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 He came at evening, when the hunt rode off. 
 
 KING 
 Isolde knew that he would come to-night ? 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 Yes, my liege, but not before this eve. 
 
 KING 
 How did she know that he would come ? 
 
66 Tristan & Isolde Act III 
 
 BRANG.ENA 
 
 He sent his old retainer, trusty Rual, 
 To bring his greeting to Isolde and 
 Announce his coming with the night. 
 
 KING 
 Have they met oft before in secrecy ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 They have, my liege, ere Tristan went away. 
 
 KING 
 
 Oh, faithless ones! and thou didst play thy part, 
 Always the sentinel to shamelessness, 
 A looker-out to see the coast was clear, 
 Doing the service of a withered bawd, 
 Squat in thy watch-tower on the balcony ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Oh, say not so, my liege, my lord, 
 
 KING 
 
 Enough ! 
 Enough I loathe thee; get thee hence. 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 I am, perhaps, in guilt; but not so deep. 
 Hear my whole tale; twill win thee to forgive. 
 
 KING 
 What tale can take the blush from off their shame ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Hear me, I pray. 
 
 KING 
 
 Why does Isolde speak not for herself ? 
 What needs she such as thou to mouth her lies ? 
 These miseries are meant for two alone; 
 A third, and such a third, intrudes within 
 
Act III Tristan gf Isolde 67 
 
 What else were hushed in proudest privacy. 
 
 What truth can come from one whose life, as thine, 
 
 Was one long practise of deceit ? Oh, where 
 
 Are truth and honour, faith and chastity? 
 
 In Tristan all these qualities were met, 
 
 And bowed in mutual grace before he fell. 
 
 And Tristan s lily smirched, which was as pure 
 
 In countenance as it was gold at heart, 
 
 How wilted now! How shall I, then, trust thee, 
 
 Whose business was a lie; whose only duty 
 
 Lay in joining paramours ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 My liege, I pray thee, list my tale; and then, 
 
 If I in aught have lied, design what tortures, 
 
 Punishments, thou wilt for me to endure. 
 
 Isolde cannot exculpate herself; 
 
 She knows not why she sinned, nor why she lacked 
 
 Restraint from what she did. 
 
 KING 
 
 She knew full well 
 
 Her book of self-defense in Melot s case. 
 It were far better if those two had sinned, 
 So all my trust in men would not have fallen 
 When Tristan fell, and all my faith with him. 
 
 Enter Tristan, wounded, slowly from the 
 right. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 King Mark, I come here to condemn myself 
 Of sins by far too deep for thy forgiveness. 
 
 Turning away from Brangcena. 
 
 But grant me, liege, to witness my own sin; 
 And not that one whose office I did scorn 
 Inform against me. I shall tell the truth. 
 
68 Tristan @f Isolde Act III 
 
 KING 
 
 Tristan, thine honour is in jeopardy. 
 
 Dost thou stand here a suppliant at my throne ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 I do. 
 
 KING 
 
 A suppliant ought never wear a sword. 
 
 Tristan gives up sword and gauntlet at foot 
 of throne. 
 
 KING 
 
 Twas never yielded to an enemy: 
 And now he takes a traitor s sword away, 
 Who was that traitor s father and his friend. 
 I did thee wrong in listening to Brangaena; 
 She pressed herself upon me. 
 
 BRANGAENA 
 
 Let me speak; 
 Ye know not what ye do in ignorance. 
 
 Enter Isolde from the right door. 
 ISOLDE 
 
 If both have sinned, my place is at his side. 
 With him I fell, with him I will be judged. 
 For me, love knows no higher law than love; 
 If that be sin, I wait my punishment. 
 
 KING 
 
 To Isolde. 
 
 I offered thee the whole of all my crown; 
 Thou giv st me in return thy total shame. 
 
 To Tristan. 
 
 In thee, Oh, Tristan, did I live again 
 My whole youth s life, with all my better self 
 
Act III Tristan &f Isolde 69 
 
 As Mentor. Oh, the pain, the grief, the sadness 
 And the shame! 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 The sin was mine alone; 
 
 The weakness hers. Be just; and being just, 
 Be merciful. Upon my knees I beg, 
 If ever I have done thee services, 
 Hear me, as thou wouldst listen to a friend; 
 Condemn me, as thou wouldst thine enemy. 
 
 KING 
 
 Speak not to me of chivalrous exploits, 
 Of nations conquered and of battles won. 
 What boots the worship at my boundaries, 
 When thou hast smirched the altars at my hearth ? 
 I looked on thee, at first, as looks the sun 
 Upon the earth upbrightening in his glance, 
 That never sees the shadows to his rays. 
 And then, it seemed, I saw thee not so bright: 
 Still did I think my eye was dimmed, or that 
 Perchance some cloud had crept between, and soiled 
 The open candour of thine honest eye. 
 I never thought that thou couldst prove me false; 
 But now I see thy light was all my own. 
 I have deceived myself in thee. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Too true. 
 
 I cannot exculpate myself; I know 
 Too well the hellish depth of my disgrace. 
 
 KING 
 
 Oh, that thou hadst been not so noble once! 
 There could not now be such a falling off; 
 Thou couldst not be so base. For thou dost sin 
 Doubly the more in sinning gainst thyself; 
 
70 Tristan & Isolde Act III 
 
 And then in sinning gainst expectancy. 
 And treason in high places dims the mark 
 Of other high achievement. There s a duty, 
 Having been noble, to continue so; 
 Else former nobleness seems but deceit. 
 The buzzing rumours of Sir Launcelot s sin 
 Have darked the glamour of his services; 
 And Melot, too, was full of services 
 I hate the word. 
 
 To Isolde. 
 Did Melot lure thee, too ? 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 He did, my liege, but never won response. 
 
 KING 
 
 So pure to Tristan, yet so false to me 
 Who never killed her kin. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 King Mark, 
 
 My wish is potent o er the wills of men. 
 No woman s frailty is my excuse, 
 And where I ve trespassed, thou canst make amends. 
 My guilt was deeper far than Tristan knows. 
 I never have proved worthy of his love. 
 He pleaded with me often, begging me, 
 Beseeching and imploring me to tell 
 The shameless conduct of our secrecy. 
 I would not tell thee, fearing for his life, 
 And I was satisfied with half a joy, 
 Intenser for its mad anxiety. 
 He would not play the thief within thy halls, 
 And so he left me never to return, 
 But my enchantments brought him back again. 
 
Act III Tristan &f Isolde 71 
 
 KING 
 
 He would not play the thief within my halls! 
 He stole my honour ere he left. What need 
 For conscientious scruples after he took 
 That which his absence never could replace ? 
 Thou wert my wife, the sharer of my throne 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 The world has called me Isolde, Cornwall s queen; 
 My heart has called me only Tristan s love. 
 I sinned to Tristan; never sinned to thee. 
 Where I loved not, I could not even trespass. 
 
 KING 
 
 Is marriage nothing but a hollow rite ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 A loveless marriage is a harlotry, 
 Allowed by law, but sinful, low and base. 
 In this my love for Tristan was impure. 
 
 KING 
 
 Yet we were wedded, were we not ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 We were; but answer me, my king: 
 
 Have I, in all these months, dropped thee a word 
 
 That might have been construed as love returned ? 
 
 Have I not been as cold as icicles, 
 
 Remote as winter snow in summer time, 
 
 Distant and chill ? I ve never lied to thee. 
 
 Sir Tristan had my whole of heart; I had 
 
 No little more to give; and if I had, 
 
 I would have been too jealous of that little 
 
 Ever to yield it up where love was not. 
 
72 Tristan df Isolde Act III 
 
 My pleas can touch thee not; yet know, Isolde, 
 I loved thee once. 
 
 To Tristan. 
 
 I sent thee, in all trust, 
 To Ireland, to woo my bride for me. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 Base Tristan went for thee and served himself. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I hated Tristan, when he wooed for thee; 
 And jealousy had killed him thrice ere this, 
 Had love not conquered in its stead. 
 
 KING 
 
 Isolde, 
 
 I was too proud to plead with thee for love; 
 Not wishing love unwillingly bestowed, 
 Or cold withheld. I could not, like a youth, 
 Make every breath a hot petition fired 
 Within the breast, and sealed with deathless vows. 
 My love for thee was like a high respect. 
 Sometime I hoped and prayed that love would come, 
 Like unsought buds of spring, reburgeoning 
 The boughs of last year s fall with new year s bloom. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Alas! I cannot love but once in life, 
 As I can die but once. Thy love for me 
 Was beautiful and tender, like the love 
 The waning summer feels for its last bud; 
 When still that bud can never grow to seed. 
 My heart was gone; I could not make response; 
 I would not lie to thee more than I did; 
 And so I held myself aloof from thee. 
 
Act III Tristan ftf Isolde 73 
 
 KING 
 
 My love was reckoned naught! 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 My heart had leaped the barriers of hate; 
 Think you twould scruple at the bonds of love ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 I overbore her scruples by my sin. 
 
 My guilty history is brief to tell. 
 
 I slew her uncle Morolt, but was hurt 
 
 By him in turn. The festering wound grew worse; 
 
 For Morolt s sword was poisoned in the blade. 
 
 And here I languished from my deadly wound, 
 
 Until I heard there was one single hope, 
 
 Isolde of Ireland, far famed for art 
 
 And magic means to battle off grim Death. 
 
 She knew the soothing balsams that could cure 
 
 The cankered wound; for she had stilled the drops 
 
 From midnight weeds to venom Morolt s sword, 
 
 So like a snake it bit. And so I went 
 
 To Ireland in disguise, pale and distressed, 
 
 A wandering troubadour. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Dreamily. 
 
 He sang so sweet, 
 
 And looked so melancholy large in eye, 
 I pitied him in pain. He won my love; 
 And since that time has never lost it, liege. 
 It seemed his pain had made his lay more sweet, 
 As I have heard the nightingale doth sing 
 Pierced by a thorn; and that God pains the hearts 
 Of poets most who sing the sweetest songs. 
 I nursed him through my pity to my love. 
 
74 Tristan ^f Isolde Act III 
 
 KING 
 
 Would thou hadst died before returning home, 
 With memory of thy deeds for monuments, 
 To blazon forth thy chivalry to time. 
 Where didst thou learn, Isolde, that twas he 
 Who slew thy uncle in the tournament ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Twas whispered in my fearful ears by some 
 Who were with Morolt when he fell, that this 
 Same minstrel was the doer of that deed. 
 I then remembered of the poisoned wound. 
 None but the venom I had stilled could make 
 So festering a sore. It troubled me 
 
 KING 
 
 And couldst thou love him after thou hadst learned 
 He was thine enemy, whom duty said 
 Hate might avenge, but friendship never shield ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I loved him, ere I knew he was a foe. 
 Twas not without a struggle that I loved 
 My country s enemy. It troubled me, 
 And preyed like a vulture on my guilty thought. 
 My dreams were troublous and my sleep was vexed; 
 And, one wild night, when frenzied by a storm, 
 Madly I hastened from my couch, led on 
 By unavenged Morolt from his grave. 
 I took his battled sword and hastened off; 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 I followed her in fear for what might hap; 
 Yet feared to speak to her, she looked so wild, 
 And muttered low, and moaned along the hall; 
 As if the wind, torn loose from out the storm, 
 Were wandering through a cavern. Treading soft 
 And stealthily she opened Tristan s door, 
 
Act III Tristan ^f Isolde 75 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Cease, cease, thou meddling gossip; leave thy tales. 
 King Mark, I ve told thee all there is to say. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 He knows not how the fates have ordered this : 
 May heaven witness to the truth I tell. 
 I left my couch, and opened Tristan s door; 
 And there he lay, in bloom of growing health, 
 Lulled like a babe, asleep upon his arm, 
 Swung in the cradle of a lover s dream. 
 The storm that rocked the battlements to fear 
 Sang him but deeper in repose. It seemed 
 He lisped some snatch of song from far Provence, 
 Of falling rivers and the laughing sea. 
 I swung my uncle s deadly sword aloft. 
 There came a wandering smile to Tristan s lips : 
 He called "Isolde," and murmured of his love. 
 The vision fled ; the sword fell from my grasp : 
 He, startled by the clang, woke up amazed; 
 I sank in sobs upon his breast. 
 
 BRANGJENA 
 
 I drew her gently by her nerveless hand, 
 And led her to her chilly couch again. 
 She followed like a child, or one in dream; 
 So madly overwrought, she had no will. 
 They knew they loved each other. 
 
 KING 
 
 Say you so, 
 You loved each other, ere you came to Cornwall ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Too well, my liege, indeed, and yet too ill. 
 I followed up advantages in love: 
 She was a flower cloistered in the walls; 
 
76 Tristan Sf Isolde Act III 
 
 And I was come, with all the great renown 
 
 Of Arthur s court to plead in my behalf. 
 
 I loved her in my dreams; and in the day 
 
 I dreamed again the visions of the night. 
 
 And when the avalanche of sin was loosed, 
 
 My will was weak and guilty: I preferred 
 
 To let myself be borne upon its drift, 
 
 Rather than stem its constant growing might. 
 
 What arts, what courtesies, a knight could use 
 
 Against unarmed innocence, I used, 
 
 And thrived in her affection. I grew base, 
 
 Electing rather to be loved than honoured; 
 
 Serving the goddess of the easier rites 
 
 Than Chastity, whose worship is restraint, 
 
 And not indulgence. This, oh king, is but 
 
 The mildest name that weakness gives offense. 
 
 I sinned and dragged Isolde down with me; 
 
 My weakness sapped her strength, and so she fell. 
 
 There is no more to say, no pleas to make, 
 
 No fears that my guilt may be magnified; 
 
 For tis impossible. 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 To Tristan. 
 
 Be not so rash! 
 Thou wrong st Isolde in thy violent haste. 
 
 To king. 
 
 Until this time their love was saintly pure: 
 I never shall forget the day it fell. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I loved my enemy. Too soon there came 
 A summons calling Tristan to his home 
 In far-off Bretigny; for Rual came 
 Deploring that his realm had fallen away. 
 
Act III Tristan &f Isolde 77 
 
 KING 
 
 Was Rual always second in the plot? 
 
 I thought that there was honesty itself 
 
 Dressed out in roughness. Could he, too, play knave, 
 
 And hire himself to play a part like thine ? 
 
 Ah, yes, he, too, was on the watch and guard, 
 
 Rual, Rual 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 He thought his master never could do wrong. 
 
 Tristan feels his wound and seems to grow 
 weaker. 
 
 KING 
 
 To Brang&na. 
 
 Nor thou thy mistress. | Well wouldst thou have served, 
 Hadst thou but been so daring for their love, 
 When twas an honourable love; not now, 
 Or since that time. 
 
 To Isolde. 
 
 Why did you not wed then ? 
 All would have been far happier. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I could not; 
 
 For then twas whispered loudly who he was, 
 This wandering minstrel in the castle walls. 
 Fearing for him, I bade him flee my home; 
 For Morolt s friends meant ill, and twas unsafe. 
 He left with deep sworn vows, and promises 
 Of soon return. Within a meagre year 
 He came again to Ireland, to woo 
 His mistress for thy spouse. My father heard 
 With open pleasure all the offered plans: 
 Tristan should woo Isolde for thy bride, 
 And Cornwall join with Ireland in peace. 
 
78 Tristan & Isolde Act in 
 
 Tristan made effort to forget his love: 
 
 My pride, touched to the quick by his reserve, 
 
 Soon poisoned all my love to hate again. 
 
 I felt that I had been betrayed by him; 
 
 I could not love thee, never had seen thee yet; 
 
 And yet loved Tristan though I tried to hate him. 
 
 KING 
 Why cam st thou, then; did Tristan bid thee come? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 He brought thy bidding, added none of his. 
 
 BRANGJBNA 
 
 Tis true. I was at court when Tristan came, 
 
 And was Isolde s ear of confidence. 
 
 Oh mistress, let me speak, I know the tale; 
 
 And have recited it full many a time 
 
 In restless nights, when fearful of thy fate. 
 
 Isolde would not come at first, my liege; 
 
 But then her mother reasoned with her thus : 
 
 That thou wert brave and noble, much revered 
 
 And lovable; and there were duties, too, 
 
 Which ought to overs way the selfish choice. 
 
 The marriage would bring peace to all her people. 
 
 Further, the old queen whispered in her ear: 
 
 "Isolde, here are potions rare and strong: 
 
 The one for deadly wounds and injuries; 
 
 The other is a poison, that will eat 
 
 The very roots of life, and leave no trace 
 
 Disfeaturing the trunk: this canst thou use 
 
 To free thee from the galling weight of life, 
 
 If it become too burdensome to bear. 
 
 And last, most precious and of all the best, 
 
 Here, in the casket, is a phial of love, 
 
 A philter, culled from every amorous bud, 
 
Act III Tristan &P Isolde 79 
 
 Opened at midnight under wistful moons. 
 Its colour is the deep red of the passion rose; 
 Quaff this with Mark and ye shall live and love." 
 These were the last words of the mother queen. 
 
 KING 
 
 Is that the way ye love in Ireland ? 
 A magic love of potions drunk and swallowed, 
 Gulped at a wink; hearts in a cup of wine? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I made a vow I would not drink the draught. 
 Since Tristan failed in proof of love, I came, 
 Half following the finger of my fate; 
 Half in a spite to show I had no love. 
 My pride was boasting that it had no heart, 
 When pride was but the voice of wounded love. 
 We set out on the voyage. Tristan stood 
 E en at the helm, at far remove from us, 
 Seeking a solace in the rolling seas; 
 His honour putting bars between our hearts 
 Which even then ought have been joined in love. 
 He never spoke to me until we came 
 In sight of Cornwall. Then on nearing land, 
 
 KING 
 
 And were ye chaste until ye landed here; 
 And then lost all your scruples at a trice, 
 To shelter guile beneath my loving wing ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 What ails thee, Tristan? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 My wound has bled afresh. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Isolde asked that Tristan come to her 
 Before they landed. 
 
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 TRISTAN 
 
 I never should have come; 
 And yet I came. If ever thou hast loved me, 
 Grant me the boon of timely penitence; 
 Be merciful to her whose life I wrecked, 
 And let me die. My wound is keen, I go 
 With nothing more to say; but shall return 
 To hear my doom. 
 
 KING 
 
 Nay, rest to hear it now. 
 We three can never dwell beneath one roof; 
 Tintagel Castle, where king Uther died, 
 The mighty founder of a line of kings, 
 Is now too small to hold its three possessors. 
 My human pity never learned revenge; 
 There is no malice in my punishment. 
 The pillory of public banishment 
 Will not be pressed on thee; but thou must go, 
 Parting as secretly as thou hast come. 
 Thou art not pure enough to seek the Grail; 
 For he who compasses that high devoir 
 Must guiltless be, and pure as virgin lilies. 
 Go, then, thy better self will pray for thee; 
 Devote thyself to vows and blessed works; 
 Until the saints, whose joy is saving souls, 
 Absolve thy heart. I, too, in time, shall add 
 What prayers forgiveness may find tongue to speak. 
 My blessings go as wayfarers with thee. 
 Go, go ; I never wish to see thy face again. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 I thank thee for thy mercy, king and judge. 
 If I have found thy clemency, though guilty, 
 Be more than justly merciful to her 
 Whom I have wronged. 
 
Act III Tristan @f Isolde 81 
 
 Tristan bows to his knees, kisses the hem 
 of the king s garment, struggles to his feet 
 and, tottering, leaves the chamber. 
 
 Isolde hesitates a moment, turns appealingly 
 to the king, and then, looking after Tris 
 tan, goes toward the door. She turns to the 
 king again and says: 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I follow him in wish, why not in deed ? 
 
 The king watches her in pained silence 
 withdraw to the threshold; then she returns 
 impulsively and says: 
 
 Twere best that all be open now at last. 
 
 KING 
 
 What hast thou still to say ? Twere futile now 
 To leave the tale unfinished as it is. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Tis quickly told. We came in sight of land; 
 Brangsena summoned Tristan from the helm. 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 Thrice I was sent to him and thrice refused. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Unwillingly he came to me at last. 
 
 She pauses. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 There glowed some dreadful menace in her eye; 
 And when Sir Tristan came, she chided him 
 For keeping far aloof throughout the voyage. 
 Tristan replied his honour bade him stay 
 Guarding the bride, yet speaking not with her. 
 There sprang a scorned retort to Isolde s lips: 
 
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 " Thou dost not think the king has aught to fear 
 From thee?" He blushed and bowed, and answered 
 
 not; 
 
 But acted haughtily. I saw the love 
 Struggle to his eyes, yet faint upon his tongue. 
 He knew too well that if he showed his love, 
 Isolde would have never married thee. 
 
 KING 
 
 Was honour always in the way of love, 
 Keeping you separate till thou wast a wife, 
 That lust might have a freer license then ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Tis a long story both of love and pride, 
 Honour and hate, gainst fate and destiny. 
 The pride that aided Tristan in his duty, 
 Flared to a hate in me. I told the knight 
 How he had trifled with my happiness. 
 Sir Tristan answered not; but love and pain 
 Sat in the eye where pride and faith had dwelt. 
 He listened, curbed like a restive, mettled steed, 
 To my rebuke, without a word to say. 
 I whispered hoarsely in Brangsena s ear, 
 That I would far prefer to die with him 
 That I once loved, than live my days with thee. 
 Said hurriedly my heart could not be bartered, 
 Bought thus and sold to make a petty peace: 
 Murmured I loved Sir Tristan well enough 
 To die with him in love; yet hated him 
 Sufficiently to make him die with me. 
 
 BRANGJBNA 
 
 Then turned she with triumphant scorn about, 
 Saying that she would pledge her faith in wine : 
 "One single cup to bury hatred in; 
 I would no longer hate my husband s kin " 
 
Act III Tristan & Isolde 83 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 And, pointing to the deadly phial, I said: 
 "Brangaena, pour this in the chalice there; 
 Say that my honour could not brook the sale." 
 
 KING 
 Wouldst thou have poisoned both? Twas desperate! 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Her eye burned on the casket; then she paused. 
 I trembled, knew not what to do; some power 
 Forced me to obey. To save them both, I poured 
 The potent potion of the amorous phial. 
 I knew the other would have killed them both. 
 
 KING 
 And did you drink of this ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 We did, my liege. 
 
 Tristan suspected that his death was near, 
 And smiled at him upon the chalice brim. 
 He read the meaning in my baleful glance; 
 And said: "Oh, lose thy hate, let s bury all." 
 So Tristan lifted it unto his lips, 
 Drinking the goblet fully to the half. 
 I snatched the fateful cup: I saw the red, 
 The deep red passionate tint, looked wild at her, 
 
 Pointing to Brang&na. 
 Cursed the deception, yet I drank the dregs. 
 
 KING 
 They drank the potion that was meant for me! 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 She never would have drunk it, had she known 
 
 Ere Tristan drained it, what the chalice held. 
 
 They drank of death, yea, death to their hate and vows. 
 
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 His honour drowned in that fell drink; her hate 
 Expired. They fell into each other s arms; 
 The love which they interred rose up reborn, 
 Full winged, for all eternity. 
 
 KING 
 
 Oh, strange! 
 Oh, heavy, heavy, heavy grief! Go on. 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 Isolde dimly knew what she had done. 
 She stood as one in stupour waiting death; 
 And Tristan knew not why he burned again. 
 Isolde, when she saw twas life that came 
 Instead of death, it seemed to her that heaven 
 Had merely stooped to earth; no common air 
 Was that she breathed. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 The rest thou knowest. 
 
 KING 
 
 Alas, too well. When did she learn the truth ? 
 This is the very recklessness of love. 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 She did not ask to know what phial she drank 
 
 Until much later, on the very day 
 
 That followed Tristan s going from thy court; 
 
 When they had made their seeming last farewell. 
 
 Perhaps she meant then to have quaffed with thee; 
 
 But then I told her of the circumstance. 
 
 She smiled through all her tears, said twas a star 
 
 That beamed on Tristan s soon return from far. 
 
 KING 
 Knows Tristan aught of this ? 
 
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 ISOLDE 
 
 Nothing, my liege. 
 I scorned to tell him of the potion s power. 
 
 Isolde withdraws to her exit; with a ges 
 ture of absolute despair, she says: 
 
 My heart is bleeding in Sir Tristan s wound 
 And thy disgrace. There s nothing more to say. 
 The tale is told. Farewell. Mine was the guilt, 
 His was the suffering and thine the shame. 
 God give thee grace. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 KING 
 
 Ere this did Isolde ever ask this drink for me ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 I broached it once on shipboard, but she said, 
 
 She never would be medicined to love. 
 
 She had one heart to give and that was gone. 
 
 Her love was not requited; so to fill 
 
 The empty aching space a frenzy grew. 
 
 KING 
 
 My love for them would have thee innocent; 
 That love has asked belief from willing ears. 
 Pray leave me now; I am not clear in mind 
 Or heart or purpose; only know this, madam, 
 Whate er I do will not be in revenge, 
 But in forgiveness. Tristan must away; 
 The commons shall not cry that he has made 
 A cuckold of their king. I cannot go. 
 This place is blotted for him till he leave. 
 Pardon will fall upon him like a grace 
 When all his open penances are done; 
 And he is shriven of his magic fault. 
 Then will the people hail him for their king, 
 Who now would smother curses under breath, 
 
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 And choke his hopes. Leave me now, and pray 
 That Melot s sword was not too deeply thrust. 
 Where s Melot ? Call my servant here. His life 
 Will answer Tristan s lightest wound. 
 
 Exit Brang&na; reenter, immediately, Bran- 
 gcena with servant. 
 
 Where s Melot, sir? 
 
 Sawest thou him leave the castle in the night ? 
 
 SERVANT 
 Drunk. 
 
 He left no letter, no missive and no purse. He s a 
 stingy, blackguardly caitiff, is this Melot. He crossed 
 my toll path many times and never left a single groat 
 for toll. Twas only Rual and the hunters; and they 
 may all have back their purses (drawing them out and 
 feeling them). Oh, fie! they re empty; I drank them 
 up, and I ll no letter-carrying further. The purses 
 stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth; but since I 
 have spent them I am free to speak again. I ll no let 
 ter-carrying further. I brought one to Lady Brangaena, 
 and she received it by my word of mouth. Didst 
 thou not, madam ? I never thought thy ugliness could 
 hold so good a man as Rual is. But they did meet, 
 and speak, my liege. Now deny it, lady, if thou canst. 
 The other letters were to mistress Isabel. Oh, my 
 liege, so much hot love it burned my hand; and I 
 opened the seal to see what was contained in it, for the 
 safety of the building. Love had warped and twisted 
 their brains. Insanity blew from out their gaping 
 words, like hot air through a cracked furnace door. By 
 my soul, I couldn t understand a word of it; so their 
 purses bought them nothing, not even my silence, 
 ha, ha! How could I speak of the contents, when no 
 sane man could write nor read nor utter them ? 
 
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 KING 
 
 What letters, man ? 
 
 SERVANT 
 
 Two letters, my liege, by thy leave, for mistress 
 Isabel; nay, without thy leave, for mistress Isabel. 
 For the first I got an added fee, for it joyed her much; 
 and she did smile and weep and droop with the eye; 
 but for the second one I brought her ough I stood 
 awhiles she read it, hoping for another purse for pleas 
 ant services when, oh Lord! I hear a sudden com 
 mand of "Out, you rascal!" "Rascal," sir, she called 
 the message bearer to the nobility of the realm, the 
 Mercury of the Kingdom. And that foul slander was 
 the beginning of my overthrow. I ll no more on the 
 business. I thought to have kept a clerk, but no 
 more, no more 
 
 KING 
 
 Art thou drunk, man ? 
 
 I asked thee but if Melot left the castle. 
 
 SERVANT 
 
 I am not drunk because Melot left the castle. I 
 didn t see him leave. I ve told your majesty he s a 
 tight-fisted, miserly caitiff an opener of doors 
 without fees. No one ever yet got drunk when he 
 came or when he left. 
 
 KING 
 
 Go, get thee gone. 
 Thy wealth has stolen thy wit. Exit servant. 
 
 Brangaena, see 
 
 That the seneschal procure this man s discharge. 
 We shall learn later of Lord Melot s doings. 
 Then get thee to thy chamber and repose. 
 Night still is brooding o er the darkened earth; 
 And thou must be well rested for the morrow, 
 Too big with all our future happiness 
 
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 To suffer weak essays. Good night. Calm dreams 
 Will wander through thy purged conscience now, 
 As angels wafting through the zones of heaven. 
 Sir Tristan s wound will stay him till the dawn. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 My will is servant to thy wish; but I, 
 
 If thy permission grant it, would have spoken 
 
 To Isolde yet this night. 
 
 KING 
 
 I shall consult with holy men till dawn. 
 Send thou the chaplain to the oratory; 
 And bid him rouse no others as he comes. 
 Exit Brang&na. 
 KING 
 
 Oh, God, that I brought pain where most I felt 
 
 A joy in giving joy. Why didst not speak, 
 
 Isolde or Brangsena, Tristan, all ? 
 
 Ye might have found in me a willing friend; 
 
 Who long through ignorance was made a foe. 
 
 I should have known it, seen that I was old; 
 
 The mystery and magic of young love 
 
 Are passed from me. Had I not eyes to see ? 
 
 I often felt that what Isolde gave 
 
 Was only all the heaping love I offered, 
 
 Returned again to me, with nothing more 
 
 Added by her. Oh, Tristan, Tristan, son! 
 
 I now forgive thee all, yes, freely all. 
 
 Thou wast the heir- apparent to my throne; 
 
 I loved thee not as nephew, but as son; 
 
 And would have given thee thy lovely queen. 
 
 There is but one allotment in our love. 
 
 Let future be the health and remedy 
 
 For ills the past inflicts. 
 
 Curtain. 
 
Act IV 
 
A I ^HE throne chamber in Castle Tintagel. The 
 architecture is of the same character as that 
 JL of Act III. There are two entrances from 
 the left, and one entrance from the right. To the 
 rear there is a large portal opening on a balcony, 
 from which the forest can be discerned. In the centre 
 of the room there is a large elevated dais, with two 
 throne chairs. A baldachin extends over the dais. In 
 the right foreground is a long, low couch draped with 
 royal robes. Next to this there is a console, upon which 
 is placed a burning taper. 
 
Act IV 
 
 Before Dawn 
 
 The curtain discovers Tristan alone, lying on a low couch. 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Alone again. Was that a dizzy dream 
 
 Of banishments, and partings, and of tortures, 
 
 The wounds, the leech, Isolde, and the king ? 
 
 No, no too real, too sadly, coldly, real 
 
 My poor Isolde, what wilt thou do now ? 
 
 Oh, sun, turn back again the steeds of day, 
 
 Be pliant to the suppliant prayers of men; 
 
 Bring yester eve afresh upon the world; 
 
 Roll back the dragon chariot of night; 
 
 And take me with thee far away again. 
 
 Thou, like the past, art stubborn, fixed and deaf, 
 
 Hard and irrevocable. Oh, harlot world, 
 
 Thou hast grown aged over night; and yet 
 
 Thy hollow semblable appears the same. 
 
 I am like thee, yet still I can revile 
 
 When anger gives me words. Oh, painted world! 
 
 Oh, world, so nearly what thou wast before! 
 
 Our grief ought bid thee make a greater change. 
 
 Thy last night struck thee sudden into age. 
 
 Why com st thou now to show thyself again, 
 
 To woo man forth to heavy heart-sick joys ? 
 
 And must I leave thee, Isolde, with the day 
 
 Oaths broken, honour shamed, the table round 
 
 Disgraced and sullied with unchastity ? 
 
 Launcelot and myself, twin-starred in honour 
 
92 Tristan Sf Isolde Act IV 
 
 When we rose; now joined in equal sin, 
 
 Our sinking star is falling into night, 
 
 And pales before the gray of this sad morn. 
 
 Enter Isolde, unseen by Tristan. 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Joy is a bubble blown of vanity, 
 
 That bursts when hands that clutch to reach it, touch 
 
 Its fragile shimmering. It can live 
 
 Only by being high beyond our grasp; 
 
 Man is the Tantalus that yearns to it. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I have thee yet and thou hast me again; 
 The bubble is not burst. Art thou in pain ? 
 When sleep lay nestled on thine eyelids closed, 
 I left to see the leech who bound thy wound; 
 He hath pronounced it trivial and slight, 
 And easy to be remedied. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 Isolde, 
 
 I feel no pain in it when thou art near; 
 But if thou leave me, then it gnaws again. 
 I slept because I felt that thou wert by; 
 And I awoke upon thy going hence. 
 How came we to this royal chamber, love ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 I led thy fainting footsteps hitherward. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Looking at the two throne chairs. 
 This is no place for thee and me to be. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Thy weakness pressed the choice of place upon me; 
 Here must thou rest till daybreak. 
 
Act IV Tristan ftf Isolde 93 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 And then leave. 
 
 Isolde, Isolde, forgive the pain I caused; 
 I tried to shield thee from entire guilt; 
 Why didst thou speak of magic and enchantments ? 
 Thou didst condemn thyself. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Did it avail 
 
 To lighten thine offence, it served me well. 
 But know, oh, Tristan, that I meant it not. 
 I ever wished to love thee and be loved 
 As a mere woman. What enchantment gives, 
 It takes away from me and from my love: 
 I feel no debt to any means beyond 
 The simple impulse of the native heart. 
 I wish to love thee only as my sex 
 Can love a man, but deeper; and be loved 
 By thee as by the noblest of thy sex, 
 But better; as more hopeful to be loved, 
 Because I loved thee too so utterly. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 And so I love thee, and I wish to love. 
 Thy love has been the loadstar of my life; 
 Then comes the banishment, and, like a knife, 
 Cleaves our united heart in twain. Isolde, 
 Dawn will come and set his glowing torches 
 On the highest hills whose bases gloom the west; 
 And then will light the turrets of this keep, 
 To flare our shame out to th entire world : 
 And I must go. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 And I shall follow thee. 
 
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 TRISTAN 
 
 My heart is galloping away with thee 
 
 Isolde, I cannot leave thee, yet I feel 
 
 I cannot drag thee forth to sneers and shame. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 The shame is equal if I go or stay. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 King Mark s full clemency will never fail; 
 He is a tree that, wounded, yields a balm, 
 Which like a benediction pities all. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Could Christ s own pity fill me like thy love ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 I am a sorrow-doomed man, a child 
 Of sorrow born, to sorrow dedicate. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 There is no joy for me where thou art not; 
 With thee all suffering is sublimed to bliss. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 The king, my foster father and my friend! 
 I have the sin and have his blessings too; 
 And later come his prayers for me. Isolde, 
 I ve stolen away his love; and can we hope 
 For God s or his forgiveness, when we keep 
 The proceeds of my theft, which penitence 
 Ought rather render up again to him, 
 Than selfishness retain ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Render me up! 
 
 As though my love were a commodity ? 
 I never found thee selfish until now. 
 
Act IV Tristan Sf Isolde 95 
 
 Think once of me. How can I linger here 
 And yet my pride ought never ask this of thee 
 How can I ever live apart from thee ? 
 We would have fled together ere this dawn, 
 Had Mark not come between to sever us. 
 Why halt we now and tremble at the flight ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 I cannot build my paradise upon 
 The scattered wrecks of others happiness. 
 If I were dead thou mightest yet be saved. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 But, while thou livest, I will share thy guilt. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Aside. 
 "But, while thou livest, I will share thy guilt." 
 
 To Isolde. 
 
 And canst thou love me muddied as I am 
 With foul disgrace and open obloquy ? 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 And I am I not muddied too ? 
 Yet thou hast said thou lov st me none the less; 
 There s nothing more to lose but life itself. 
 Death stands before me, like a huge Colossus, 
 One foot upon the hopes, the other pressed 
 Upon the wailing fears of men; and time 
 Flows with a sluggard stream of days below 
 To dark eternities. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 But leave me now. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 I ll share thy exile with thee; let me go. 
 Thou art my rescue, my deliverance: 
 
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96 Tristan ^f Isolde Act IV 
 
 I shall not leave thee till thou promise me 
 That I may go. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Isolde, torture me not, 
 I leave thee with a deathless, timeless kiss. 
 I shall be true to thee forever go. 
 I hear a stir upon the threshold! 
 
 Slight noise. 
 
 Farewell thou shouldst not be discovered here. 
 God will resolve it all a last farewell 
 If ever thou hast loved me, leave me now. 
 
 Kisses her, and presses her through the 
 door. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 "There s nothing more to lose but life itself." 
 
 My hopes for thee and prayers for thy soul, 
 
 Beyond the perils of this life s last throe, 
 
 Beyond the wild regret of earthly sin, 
 
 Will nerve me to my death. I love thee, Isolde, 
 
 With such a love as gives up all on earth 
 
 In barter for the joy in lives to come. 
 
 I will not wreck thee more than I have done; 
 
 And dash thy chance of bliss beyond the grave. 
 
 I look upon thee as a mariner, 
 
 With sail struck for the sea, and swelling winds 
 
 To scud him wildly from the sinking shore; 
 
 Who sees gray distance widening as he looks; 
 
 And never will return. 
 
 Enter Melot. Tristan falls on his knee be 
 fore Melot, who is in the disguise of a 
 wandering friar. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Clasping the hem of Melot s garment. 
 Thou art a holy man and welcome here, 
 
Act IV Tristan & Isolde 97 
 
 Where those of orders always are received 
 
 Hospitably by him who rules this land. 
 
 Thou comest pure from vigils of the night; 
 
 Thy prayers have brought thee very near to God; 
 
 So let me kneel to thee. Oh, shrive me, 
 
 Holy father; give thy blessings now; 
 
 Unload thy soul of all its saintliest goods; 
 
 Thou couldst forever further onward go, 
 
 And never find a man who needs them more. 
 
 Melot turns away. 
 
 Is there a sin contagious to the touch ? 
 
 Oh, leave me not without thy prayers for me. 
 
 Direct a sinner s footsteps to his God; 
 
 And God will bless thee even though thou fail. 
 
 Tristan looks up, and examines Melot more 
 closely. 
 
 Thou wear st a crucifix stuck in thy belt 
 As if it were a sword! 
 
 Dagger in hand! 
 
 Then rising suddenly, he strikes off Melot s 
 cowl. 
 
 Melot!! 
 
 MELOT 
 
 I am he. Thou and thy paramour 
 Have thus undone me; but I am not gone. 
 I leave my traces when I go. I came 
 To see thee here alone. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Most welcome, Melot. 
 Thou com st to me as fate made visible; 
 I do not fear thee. 
 
98 Tristan ftf Isolde Act IV 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Thou hast escaped me once, 
 When I had less a cause to hate thee; now, 
 My banishment is added to thy score; 
 And I am here to wreak my whole account. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 People have said thou wast mine enemy, 
 Nursing against my life a constant hate, 
 Sharpened with all the pangs of jealousy. 
 I look upon thee now as on a friend. 
 My life has been a sad accomplishment; 
 Come, free from the long years of regret: 
 Thou dost a charity and not a crime. 
 Thy first attempt was but a schoolboy thrust. 
 Thou rt grown as old as I am in disgrace, 
 We both are equals now and banished: 
 So strike me deep: search thou the bursting heart 
 Where I have treasured all Isolde s love, 
 And kill us both upon a single blow. 
 Strike deep, and I shall think thine emulous hate 
 Is kindness turned a little from its path. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 I came not here to bandy words with thee : 
 Thou ever hadst a poet s silken speech, 
 Gilded and adulterate to seduce 
 Successfully. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Melot, wilt thou not strike! 
 Oh, have no fears for empty Tristan now. 
 Thou seest me here, dishonoured and unarmed, 
 My prowess gone, my valiancy rebuked, 
 Too cowardly to face my life again, 
 And yet too cowardly to take my life. 
 
Act IV Tristan Sf Isolde 
 
 99 
 
 See, see, I offer thee my bosom bare, 
 Prepared for thy best stroke; be merciful 
 And make a swift dispatch. 
 
 MELOT 
 Dost think that I would favour where I hate ? 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Art thou turned coward too ? When I was armed, 
 No hesitation locked thy scabbard oh, 
 Thou art a fighter when the king is near; 
 His presence is thy courage; his applause 
 Thy highest valour. An unarmed, wounded man, 
 Brave in despair, outbraves the armed coward. 
 Laughs. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Hush, fool, thou art a flesh to feed my knife, 
 Made hungry by its taste of carrion blood. 
 Good fortune raised thee up above my head; 
 Ambition made me equal; banishment 
 Lowers again my hopes to thy despair. 
 That shrew Isolde, she, thine Irish bitch, 
 Whelped in a famine time of sorcery, 
 Hath wrought this havoc. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Thou hound, thou fiend of hell, 
 Thou darest not mention such an holy name, 
 Twould win for thee admittance into heaven: 
 Hell s jaws are gaping for thee, damned curse! 
 
 Tristan makes wild gestures for a sword, 
 forgetting that the king has disarmed him 
 in dishonour, 
 
 Oh, for a sword a weapon oh, for a sword 
 
 MELOT 
 Laughing. 
 The harlot could not thrive so well at home 
 
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 Among her kind; and so they sent her out 
 A scourge upon her foes. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Blaspheming dog, 
 I ll choke thee for that speecn. 
 
 Tristan, though unarmed, makes for Melot. 
 A fierce struggle ensues. Melot stabs Tris 
 tan with a dagger. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Oh, I am slain 
 
 MELOT 
 
 The air is freer now. 
 
 Melot drags Tristan up to king s throne 
 chair. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 I ll throne thee in thy death. Thou hast aspired, 
 
 Turning all means to steps up to this seat. 
 
 Thou hast bewitched the general tongue of praise. 
 
 Isolde would have had thee secretly 
 
 The sharer of her sway; the foolish Mark 
 
 Appointed thee to be his sceptre s son; 
 
 But Melot made thee king, and gave thee a throne! 
 
 Now mock thy station with thy pallid corpse. 
 
 Throwing one of the royal robes from the 
 dais upon him. 
 
 I ll have thee habited as is a king. 
 
 Thou rt pale and anxious with new-gotten power; 
 
 And newborn honour weighs thee pitifully. 
 
 Isolde should be here to fill her seat; 
 
 And Cornwall would rejoice to see his death, 
 
 So well anticipated. 
 
 Exit Melot to the right. 
 
 Enter Rual from the left. 
 
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 RTJAL 
 
 The king has told me Tristan should be here. 
 
 Oh, master sit not in the kingly throne! 
 
 Wake, wake, the day is gray upon the eastern clouds 
 
 The ban begins at dawn. The king s at mass. 
 
 I begged thy sword from him before he left: 
 
 He sends it back to thee, yet must thou go 
 
 Immediately upon a pilgrimage, 
 
 To visit shrines and pray for absolution; 
 
 For so the holy man has well advised. 
 
 But as I came, hoarse-whispered treachery 
 
 Seemed creeping through the echoing castle walls 
 
 Melot has minions that will serve his will 
 
 Thou hearest me, master, thou must haste away 
 
 Why starest thou so stonily! tis Rual 
 
 Plucking the robe off. 
 Blood and new wounds! Oh, treason! hadst thou no 
 
 arms ? 
 
 He s yet alive Help ! Help ! 
 I know the only man that could have aimed 
 This undefended blow; I know the man! 
 Help help! 
 
 Enter Isolde and Brangana from different 
 
 sides. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Help help! Who did this hellish deed ? 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Melot. No other sword thrusts in the dark 
 Against defenceless valour. 
 Here is Tristan s sword, fruitless and bootless, 
 Useless, come too late. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Tristan, oh, wake, tis thine Isolde calls; 
 Take me with thee in death, I promised so. 
 
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 I ll journey with thee whither thou wilt go; 
 But wake and bid me come. Smile only once 
 Before thy death, and I shall follow thee. 
 
 Isolde seizes sword and would have made 
 away with herself, but Brang&na restrains 
 her. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 He lives, Isolde. 
 
 Isolde swoons over Tristan s body. 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 
 Good Rual, speed thee hence to embark with Tristan; 
 Take him away take him away 
 For secret murder has a million arms; 
 And weakness is as trustful as a lamb 
 That licks the slaughter knife. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 I ll bear him off 
 
 As soon as I have staunched his wound. 
 The king this morning summoned me to him, 
 And gave me back my master s sword again, 
 Which he had ta en away, too late returned. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Some one will help thee bear him to the strand. 
 If God be willing, ye may leave ere noon. 
 And thou, Isolde, waken from thy swoon; 
 And yet I would not waken thee to grief; 
 Faint into sleep, Isolde. 
 
 Now the day 
 
 Peeps with his garish, staring eye about; 
 And things grow desolately clear again: 
 The kindly veil of night is rent; no shadow, 
 Merciful to shield thee, lurks behind. 
 
 Sound of horns: Brang&na runs to bal 
 
 cony. 
 
Act IV Tristan {%f Isolde 103 
 
 The hunters straggle from the wearied chase 
 Homeward through the forest. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Half in swoon. 
 
 The horns, the horns! 
 I hear a horn, the trumpet to our doom. 
 Flee, Tristan, flee I hear the horns again 
 Haste onward, onward, let me ride with thee; 
 Thou must not leave me. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Hush, hush, Isolde. 
 
 Enter Gervaine. 
 GERVAINE 
 
 We lost his majesty upon the hunt; 
 Has he arrived ? 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 King Mark is safe at home, 
 And he commands the privacy of his room. 
 
 All the time shielding Isolde and Tristan. 
 GERVAINE 
 
 We missed him in the heat and broil of chase; 
 And wandered through the by-paths of the woods. 
 Fearing he d fallen or had met mishap. 
 And then, upon the homeward way this morn, 
 We met his charger riderless and loose, 
 Treading the trail to find his master lost. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 The king is safe and well, adieu. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 God be with thee. Where is Isabel ? 
 What! Tristan! 
 
104 Tristan |f Isolde Act IV 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Thy lady bides within; 
 Go thou and summon her. 
 
 Exit Gervaine. 
 
 Tis Isabel s beloved; he has seen them, 
 And knows no doubt the whole sad history. 
 Enter Isabel and Gervaine. 
 ISABEL 
 
 Oh, lady, lady, what has happed again ? 
 Gervaine, remain here, leave me not my queen 
 
 BRANG^NA 
 To Isabel. 
 
 Thou canst yet serve thy queen through thy beloved. 
 Aid me in this; and let thy sanctioning love 
 Be minister unto our mutual fates. 
 
 To Gervaine. 
 
 Hold, huntsman, thou dost know the readiest roads 
 That shorten to the sea; tis but a pace; 
 Wilt thou give hand to aid this wounded knight, 
 And carry him aboard ? I shall requite thee. 
 Fear not; all is right. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Tristan, wounded! 
 
 And art thou Rual ? What a bloody deed 
 Is this! 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Give help, this is no time for gaping wonder. 
 
 BRANG^ENA 
 
 Thy queen bids thee make haste. 
 
 ISABEL 
 
 Deserve my love by some such deed as this; 
 And I am thine. Isolde is my queen; 
 
Act IV Tristan figf Isolde 105 
 
 I rise or fall with her; go, we shall meet. 
 But tarry not, know I am thine alone; 
 And do this service here for love of me. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Thy lightest wishes are my decalogue: 
 I shall deserve thy love. 
 
 Rual and Gervaine carry Tristan off. Isolde 
 
 is arousedf and cries out. 
 
 Curtain. 
 
Act V 
 
THE approach to Lionel s castle on the coast of 
 Cornwall. To the right is the spacious en 
 trance to the barbacan, and exterior walls and 
 battlements. In the rear is the large stretching view 
 of the open sea. The path from the castle gate ex 
 tends across the stage to the left, and disappears in the 
 low trees and shrubbery. There is a low mound of 
 turf in centre foreground. 
 
 The distant melancholy call of the sea is heard con 
 stantly during the progress of this Act. 
 
Act V 
 
 Twilight of the Next Day 
 
 Enter Rual and Gervaine from left, carrying Tristan. 
 RUAL 
 
 So, lift him gently, Gervaine. 
 
 There is some hope; the wound has ceased to bleed, 
 
 This is Sir Lionel s castle; we must rest. 
 
 Go thou and ask him for his willingness 
 
 To shelter Tristan; till his further strength 
 
 Enable further going. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 I shall announce 
 Our coming. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Importune him; take no refusal 
 Even from his most reluctant fears. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 He was a loyal friend of Tristan, 
 
 And will not fail him now, I hope; though oft 
 
 Calamity has turned a life-old friend 
 
 Quick into a new enemy. We know 
 
 That Time and Fate were ever alchemists, 
 
 Turning the old to new, and new to old, 
 
 By new events cast in the crucible; 
 
 And few can stand the constant test and be 
 
 Unchanged. 
 
110 Tristan {f Isolde Act V 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Words well said, but breath ill spent. My friend, 
 Be this another test, and fail me not; 
 Thou hast been strain-proof up till now. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 I go. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Were Melot s throat once firm within this hand, 
 
 I d make him loll his treasonous tongue about 
 
 Without the breath to feed it into words. 
 
 Oh, what a blow! Struck without defence; 
 
 Unknightly sped with desperate success; 
 
 Malice and vengeance, jealousy and hate 
 
 All giving strength against this noble breast, 
 
 Wounded and weak. But God, oh, generous God, 
 
 Give me this wretch within my sword s wide circle; 
 
 Let him be armed proof gainst thunderbolts, 
 
 I yet will cleave him down. How many men 
 
 Better than Melot have been thrown to earth 
 
 Unhorsed, chagrined, yet noble in defeat! 
 
 Ought Melot thus in basest cowardice 
 
 Escape ? He s banished, for he cannot clear 
 
 His guilty soul of what the king has charged. 
 
 To seek his death will be my pilgrimage: 
 
 I ll hunt his fleeing shadow all the life 
 
 That will be left, if Tristan be restored. 
 
 Ye saintly ones in heaven, pray for him; 
 
 Be not so jealous of the earth s last knight, 
 
 To steal our star and leave us in the dark. 
 
 My tongue has never caught the trick of prayer; 
 
 But, God, spare Tristan; let his wound be healed. 
 
 He breathes so lightly that the air scarce moves, 
 
 It loves to hover o er those parted lips; 
 
 But yet so pale 
 
Act V Tristan df Isolde 111 
 
 Enter Gervaine. 
 GERVAINE 
 
 Rual, Sir Lionel 
 Hath said: 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Tis well and tis indifferent to me. 
 He could not see him thus and then refuse; 
 We must rest here, no matter what he said. 
 We cannot bring him farther. Many thanks 
 For thy kind service to my dying lord. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 I have told him what has happed. Good Lionel, 
 The owner of this castle, bids me say 
 That he will take upon himself the brunt 
 Of braving the king s anger, should it fall 
 On him for offering a refuge to the knight. 
 He is an enemy to Melot, sworn of old. 
 But see, he comes. I ll take me hence. 
 Enter Lionel. 
 RUAL 
 
 Stay, thou mayest be of service yet, my friend; 
 Twill be an honour to have served in this. 
 Thy duties have deserved still higher trust. 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 I ll back along the road again. Twas said, 
 
 Before we left, that some would after us 
 
 Attempt the road. We swerved from off the highway, 
 
 Coming here. I ll post a messenger 
 
 To announce where we are come. 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 So go; 
 Let there be no more secrecy in this. 
 
 Exit Gervaine. 
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Tristan & Isolde Act V 
 
 Then thou art Rual. Is this Tristan here, 
 
 Humbled in pain by such a treasonous sword ? 
 
 Melot long hated him; he always feared 
 
 For Tristan s influence with the loyal king. 
 
 His envious ambition saw in him 
 
 A step up to the throne on which it fell; 
 
 And so he sought to crumble it away. 
 
 He breathed foul perjuries against the knight, 
 
 Before he found the deeds that could support them. 
 
 Lord Tristan was beloved of us all. 
 
 Raising his voice. 
 
 I ll brand this Melot in the tourney lists 
 Foul mouthed and slanderous. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Soft, Lionel; he moves. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Isolde, thou must flee with me; 
 
 Deliriously. 
 
 I die, if thou come not or stay too long. 
 Sing once again the song I taught to thee 
 Far off in Ireland. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 She s here, my lord; 
 Have but a little patience. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Rual here! 
 
 What dost thou here ? Hast thou forsook thy watch ? 
 Stay in the barbican! Isolde, love, 
 Thou rt long in getting ready for thy flight. 
 Tis growing light, I smell the freshened dews; 
 And we must speed ere dawn. 
 Oh, haste thee, come, come, come, come. 
 It seems I faint in expectation, love; 
 And all the world grows dim again and dark. 
 
Act V Tristan &P Isolde 113 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 What mystery is this discovered here ? 
 
 RUAL 
 
 His memory has lost its dizzy way; 
 And wanders blinded and without a guide, 
 Through labyrinths of a half forgotten past. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 I hear the sea; I see the sea, Isolde; 
 And thy dark eyes o erbrimming like the sun, 
 Some dark red fluid at my glowing lips, 
 That trembles in my veins and arteries, 
 Like the tumultuous sea. I drown, I drown; 
 And yet I hate the land, the cursed land 
 
 RUAL 
 She soon will come, brave Tristan, never fear. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Oh, how it rocks and storms! 
 List to the wind shriek; all is dark. 
 My fingers fall on some familiar lute; 
 I sing to thee, yet dost thou never come. 
 
 Enter Gervaine with Isolde, who kneels 
 over Tristan. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 He lives 
 
 GERVAINE 
 
 I found her wandering like a stricken fawn, 
 As blindly in the day as if twere night, 
 Lost in the tangled woods. 
 
 Enter Isabel and guide hurriedly. 
 
 ISABEL 
 
 The queen is here. She mumbled eerie charms 
 Of night and day, and chanted to the moon, 
 
114 Tristan Sf Isolde Act V 
 
 That died and faded and could not be seen; 
 And then we lost her; for she slipped away 
 While we were resting. 
 
 GEBVAINE 
 
 I longed for thee to come. 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 It nears the end, I fear; he wanders far; 
 And yet the king should come, if but to ease 
 His soul s last flight with his forgiveness. 
 
 Rual, 
 Wilt thou go, or shall I go myself ? 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Not I. 
 
 Go thou the byways; Gervaine took the road, 
 And did not see them. I must stay by Tristan; 
 My place is by his side. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 Tristan, tis I; tis thy Isolde here. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 Deliriously. 
 
 Here hast thou wounded me. Isolde, speak. 
 I saw thee in my dream open my door; 
 I heard melodious mutterings at my bed. 
 Here hast thou wounded me, alas, too deep. 
 Why that false, treacherous blow ? 
 I saw the sword gleam through the murk of night, 
 Like lightning in the clouds. 
 
 Wakes slightly. 
 
 Where is thy sword ? Ah, all is calm again ! 
 I hear no noise; I feel thy breast on me 
 Heave like the sea turned warm in clinging foam. 
 
 Vesper sounded. 
 But all grows dark and clear. Soft, soft, I hear 
 
Act V Tristan Sf Isolde 115 
 
 The day rings out its knell again 
 Oh, happy, happy, happy knell! Tis I 
 Thy Tristan, come again 
 Isolde, all is dark and Rual waits. 
 Twas long twas long long long 
 
 Faints. 
 
 Isolde embraces him passionately. 
 
 Enter king and Brangcena, led by Lionel. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Speak once again: tis I am here; 
 
 Thine ever own Isolde. Speak, oh, speak. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 
 I never loved thee, Iseult. 
 Spurn, if thou wilt; I have dishonoured love 
 In thee and her. Another has my heart. 
 My vows were treacherous breath. 
 Isolde stabbed me with her barbed scorn; 
 The wound is here here 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Tristan, awake; I hang upon thy lips. 
 Thou dreamest not; tis I, Isolde, speaks. 
 I gave up all for thy much richer love; 
 I ve followed thee oh, cast me not away 
 With wild and wandering words. 
 
 TRISTAN 
 Rising. 
 
 Isolde, is it thou! 
 
 Come let us fly, we re off, the time is friend. 
 It seems to grow forever darker; and no sun 
 Will burst his hateful face upon our joys. 
 Hast thou, enchantress, such a potent charm 
 To bring on chaos once again ? 
 
116 Tristan Sf Isolde Act V 
 
 Our love shall be an Eros in the void. 
 
 Oh, it is dark, so wondrous, wondrous dark; 
 
 Twill be eternal night again: 
 
 No day and we shall never part. 
 
 Our love is like a death, eternal 
 
 As the doom 
 
 Dies. 
 
 KING 
 
 Oh, God! Too soon for my forgiveness. 
 Sir Lionel, scour the road for Melot s trail; 
 His ship is riding in the harbour now. 
 
 Exit Lionel. 
 
 To Tristan and Isolde. 
 
 I loved ye both, and grieve for both again, 
 In that ye were unfortunate in your loves; 
 And I unwittingly did cause you woe. 
 Oh, God! with what coercive blinding fate 
 Didst thou oppress this bud of knightly honour 
 Expanding in our favouring light, to blast 
 And wither it like a common sprouting weed, 
 Gendered in the world s rank desert places. 
 And as for thee, thou mage, enchantress fair, 
 Some mystery did shield thy heart from me; 
 I barely knew thee, yet I loved thee too : 
 Thou seem dst elemental as a sprite. 
 
 Lionel within. Sounds of a struggle. 
 LIONEL, 
 
 Resist no longer, I have found thee out. 
 Thou pestilence in penitential garb! 
 Rual Rual one whom thou wouldst seek, 
 And give thy life to find. 
 
 Drags on Melot in monk s garb. 
 
Act V Tristan kf Isolde 117 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Not seeing Melot. 
 
 Tis all over; 
 
 What flickering life is left for me to live, 
 Will purchase naught. 
 
 Seeing him. 
 
 What! Melot! 
 
 LIONEL 
 
 I found him slinking toward the nearest coast, 
 Too eager in his pace for his profession; 
 And so I questioned him. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Good king, let me 
 Be judge and executioner 
 
 Draws sword and makes for Melot. 
 KING 
 
 Hold! 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Or when tis done, as twill be shortly done, 
 I care not then if thou be both for me. 
 
 To Melot. 
 
 Thou stain upon the scroll of chivalry, 
 
 Thou wrinkled sneer of malice, die, thou leer 
 
 Of hateful guile, I ll blot thee out. 
 
 And then will earn my death by thine; for then 
 
 I shall deserve to die. Thy presence here 
 
 Alive unsanctifies the place: thou dead, 
 
 The uses of my further life are none; 
 
 For they were sworn to serve thy death alone. 
 
 KING 
 Hold, Rual! Art thou Melot in that guise? 
 
118 Tristan @f Isolde Act V 
 
 MELOT 
 
 I am, my liege. Give me a sword to fight; 
 And I will cut this varlet s bursting breast, 
 And ease his throat. 
 
 BUAL 
 
 Here, take my sword; 
 
 Twere butchery else, though thou deserv st no more. 
 Yet Tristan would have scorned to kill thee thus 
 Unarmed. 
 
 Melot takes sword. 
 
 Good, if thou slayest me, 
 
 Twill seem as if I fell upon my own sword s point, 
 Not thine. I know no better place to die; 
 And if I die, I ll never need a sword. 
 But if thou diest, bury it as a cross; 
 Twas worn by one that led a knightly life. 
 
 MELOT 
 
 Exceeding knightly, as we learned last night. 
 
 RUAL 
 
 Taking Tristan s sword. 
 
 My lord, thy sword will be dishonoured now; 
 But I will try to wield it well. 
 
 Some one offers him a shield, for Melot has 
 visible armour beneath his gown. 
 
 Stand off! Make way! 
 I ll have no shield but my own valour now, 
 And Tristan s name. Oh, Tristan, be yet near; 
 Hover a moment ere thou fly to heaven; 
 And let thy vengeance speak through my right arm. 
 Flash with the gleam of lightning on my sword; 
 Strike lurid terror in this false black heart. 
 They fight, and Melot is killed. 
 
Act V Tristan &f Isolde 119 
 
 RUAL 
 
 To Tristan s body. 
 
 This is my offering to thy memory; 
 And now my life is done. 
 
 To king. 
 
 My liege, thine utmost 
 Can add no chapter to the book complete. 
 
 Rual drops on his knee. 
 I sink for thy rebuke; I ve disobeyed; 
 I ve killed Lord Melot. 
 
 KING 
 
 Thou art the same old Rual. 
 Nay, do not kneel to me for pardon, sir; 
 But ask my generous thanks. Thou servedst well 
 Him whom I did my best to serve; who sat 
 Within the sacred st precinct of my heart. 
 Sir Lionel, thou wast a faithful friend; 
 And always ruledst high in Tristan s love, 
 As Tristan ruled in mine. For this last service 
 To thy dying friend, and mine the most beloved, 
 Ask what thou wilt; thy utmost wish 
 Can never meet my willingness to thee. 
 Thou hadst the loyal heart to dare my ire, 
 Which would have been extreme; now take my love; 
 Thou lt find it equal to thy daring, sir. 
 
 ISOLDE 
 
 Deliriously. 
 
 The night doth come; this was the latest day 
 That ever thou wilt stay from me again. 
 Thine absence kills me. Tristan, I am come. 
 The night droops on thou liest in my arms 
 Yet warm with ebbing life 
 
 I come 
 
120 Tristan & Isolde Act V 
 
 Thine eyes shall light the way 
 Thy song shall lead me through the pathless dark. 
 Oh, Tristan, melt not, flee not from my arms; 
 I come 
 
 Dies. 
 
 KING 
 
 Isolde, one last word of full forgiveness. 
 
 BRANGJ3NA 
 
 Dead dead my sweet, impetuous flower 
 The mild spring sun of joy had wooed thy heart, 
 Like some too early blossom to unfold: 
 Then woe came like a dull, relentless frost, 
 And blasted all its petals ere they closed. 
 
 KING 
 
 Death, thou hast done the deed I came to do; 
 
 Joined them at last. I loved ye both so much, 
 
 I could have found a joy in yielding up 
 
 My queen to one to whom she had been given 
 
 By higher hand than mine could overs way; 
 
 Your happiness would solace all my loss. 
 
 Two infinite joys to them whom I most loved 
 
 Would cure my self-inflicted pain. 
 
 Oh, Rual, go thou not so quickly back, 
 
 To|Bretigny again; stay for a while; 
 
 My castle be thy home. And, Lionel, 
 
 I ll lean on thee, as once I leaned on Tristan: 
 
 And so farewell; I go to hide my grief. 
 
 Enters castle. 
 Curtain. 
 
Epilogue 
 
Epilogue 
 
 OH, let me sing one song before I lie 
 Enfolded in my shroud. 
 Oh, let me sing one song before I die 
 
 And mingle with the crowd 
 Of other mortals, quaffing Lethean sleep; 
 And I shall be contented then to creep 
 Noiseless to death, yet proud. 
 
 Oh, let me sing one eager, throbbing song 
 
 With words the heart hath found; 
 I then, too, willingly will join the throng 
 
 Of dead ones under ground. 
 My song will be my soul and dwell 
 Immortal in man s heart, and swell 
 His pulses with its sound. 
 
 Oh, let me sing one song before all cold 
 
 I lay me on my bier, 
 One simple, beauteous song, before I fold 
 
 My dust in cerements drear: 
 Then willingly will I descend, 
 In peace with life, for at my end 
 I leave a deathless tear. 
 

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