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Ha! the s.h.i.+p!
From northward it is nearing.
TRISTAN. So I knew, so I said!
Yes, she yet lives, and life to me gives.
How could Isold'
from this world be free, which only holds Isolda for me?
KURVENAL (_shouting_). Ahoy! Ahoy!
See her bravely tacking!
How full the canvas is filled!
How she darts! how she flies!
TRISTAN. The pennon? the pennon?
KURVENAL. A flag is floating at mast-head, joyous and bright.
TRISTAN. Aha! what joy!
Now through the daylight comes my Isolda.
Isolda, oh come!
See'st thou herself?
KURVENAL. The s.h.i.+p is shut from me by rocks.
TRISTAN. Behind the reef?
Is there not risk!
Those dangerous breakers s.h.i.+ps have oft shattered.-- Who steereth the helm?
KURVENAL. The steadiest seaman.
TRISTAN. Betrays he me?
Is he Melot's ally?
KURVENAL. Trust him like me.
TRISTAN. A traitor thou, too!-- O caitiff!
Canst thou not see her?
KURVENAL. Not yet.
TRISTAN. Destruction!
KURVENAL. Aha! Halla-halloa I they clear! they clear!
Safely they clear!
Inside the surf steers now the s.h.i.+p to the strand.
TRISTAN (_shouting in joy_). Hallo-ho! Kurvenal!
Trustiest friend!
All the wealth I own to-day I bequeath thee.
KURVENAL. With speed they approach.
TRISTAN. Now dost thou see her?
See'st thou Isolda?
KURVENAL. 'Tis she! she waves!
TRISTAN. O woman divine!
KURVENAL. The s.h.i.+p is a-land!
Isolda.'--ha!-- With but one leap lightly she springs to land!
TRISTAN. Descend from the watch-tow'r, indolent gazer!
Away! away to the sh.o.r.e!
Help her! help my belov'd!
KURVENAL. In a trice she shall come; Trust in my strong arm!
But thou, Tristan, hold thee tranquilly here!
(_He hastens off_.)
TRISTAN (_tossing on his couch in feverish excitement_).
O sunlight glowing, glorious ray!
Ah, joy-bestowing radiant day!
Boundeth my blood, boisterous flood!
Infinite gladness!
Rapturous madness!
Can I bear to lie couched here in quiet?
Away, let me fly to where hearts run riot!
Tristan the brave, exulting in strength, has torn himself from death at length.
(_He raises himself erect_.)
All wounded and bleeding Sir Morold I defeated; all bleeding and wounded Isolda now shall be greeted.
(_He tears the bandage from his wound_.)
Ha, ha, my blood!
Merrily flows it.
(_He springs from his bed and staggers forward_.)
She who can help my wound and close it, she comes in her pride, she comes to my aid.
Be s.p.a.ce defied: let the universe fade!
(_He reels to the centre of the stage_.)
ISOLDA'S VOICE (_without_).
Tristan! Tristan! Beloved!
