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Where rubies and emeralds shine, When the end of her life is at hand, Round Tristram some charm can entwine. --When Tristram too shall die.... [ISEULT stands up, extinguishes the light, and, flooded by her hair, steps to the window. BRANGAENE opens a chest from which she takes robes, combs, a mirror, and several small boxes. She prepares a small dressing table.] ISEULT. The light begins to filter through the land; Behold, the trees with storm-bow'd tips drop down A thousand drops into the moss below That seem as many sparks, all cold and bright. Each day is followed by another one, And then another day, and after each Comes night. Thus runs my life's long chain of beads, All black and white, endless, and all the same. [She turns and throws off her cloak.] Give me my new white cloak, and comb my hair, I pray, Brangaene.--O, it aches! [BRANGAENE throws a cloak over her shoulders. ISEULT sits down at the dressing table while BRANGAENE combs her hair, dividing it into strands and throwing it, as she combs it, over ISEULT'S shoulder.] BRANGAENE. The comb Slides like a keel. Its narrow teeth can find No bottom, neither shore in this blond sea. I never saw thy hair so full, Iseult, Nor yet so heavy! See the golden gold. ISEULT. It aches--! BRANGAENE. And here it's damp as though last night It secretly had dried full many tears. ISEULT. I wonder if Lord Tristram spent last night By his new bride--and if he calls her all Those sweetest names he made for me. Perhaps He sat upon her couch and told her tales Of me that made them laugh--! I wonder too If she be fair. Lord Tristram's new-wed bride!-- SCENE II ISEULT turns quickly as her page comes in by the right hand door. He carries a chess-board and sets it down on the table in the foreground. ISEULT. Were then thy dreams too painfully like this life, Paranis, that thou hast outstripped the sun And now, with eyes all red and swollen, star'st So heavily? PARANIS. Your pardon. Queen Iseult, I could not sleep. Oh lady, what a night! I tremble still! ISEULT. The night indeed was wild. PAR
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