c,
framing deceit!

BOTH. Languishing passion,
longing and growing,
love ever yearning,
loftiest glowing!
Rapture confess'd
rides in each breast!
Isolda! Tristan!
Tristan! Isolda!
World, I can shun thee
my love is won me!
Thou'rt my thought, all above:
highest delight of love!

SCENE VII.

[_The curtains are now drawn wide apart; the whole ship is covered
with knights and sailors, who, with shouts of joy, make signs
over towards the shore which is now seen to be quite near, with
castle-crowned cliffs. Tristan and Isolda remain absorbed in mutual
contemplation, perceiving nothing that is passing_.]

BRANGAENA (_to the women, who at her bidding ascend from below_).
Quick--the mantle!
the royal robe!--

(_Rushing between_ TRISTAN _and_ ISOLDA.)

Up, hapless ones!
See where we are!

(_She places the royal mantle on_ ISOLDA, _who notices nothing_.)

ALL THE MEN. Hail! Hail!
Hail our monarch!
Hail to Mark the king!

KURVENAL (_advancing gaily_). Hail, Tristan,
knight of good hap!
Behold King Mark approaching,
in a bark
with brave attendance.
Gladly he stems the tide,
coming to seek his bride.

TRISTAN (_looking up in bewilderment_). Who comes?

KURVENAL. The king 'tis.

TRISTAN. What king mean you?

(KURVENAL _points over the side_. TRISTAN _gazes stupefied at
the shore_.)

ALL THE MEN (_waving their hats_). Hail to King Mark!
All hail!

ISOLDA (_bewildered_). What is't, Brangaena?
What are those cries?

BRANGAENA. Isolda--mistress!
Compose thyself!

ISOLDA. Where am I! living?
What was that draught?

BRANGAENA (_despairingly_). The love-potion!

ISOLDA (_staring with horror at_ TRISTAN). Tristan!

TRISTAN. Isolda!

ISOLDA. Must I live, then?

(_Falls fainting upon his breast_.)

BRANGAENA (_to the women_). Look to your lady!

TRISTAN. O rapture fraught with cunning!
O fraud with bliss o'er-running!

ALL THE MEN (_in a general burst of acclamation_).
Hail to King Mark!
Cornwall, hail!

[_People have clambered over the ship's side, others have extended
a bridge, and the aspect of all indicates the immediate arrival of the
expected ones, as the curtain falls_.]

ACT II.

[_A Garden before ISOLDA'S Chamber which lies at one side and is
approached by steps. Bright and pleasant summer night. At the open
door a burning torch is fixed. Sounds of hunting heard_.]

SCENE I.

[BRANGAENA, _on the steps leading to the chamber, is watching the
retreat of the still au