nder.

TRISTAN (_drawing_ ISOLDA _gently towards him with expressive
action_). O might we then
together die,
each the other's
own for aye!
never fearing,
never waking,
blest delights
of love partaking,--
each to each be given,
in love alone our heaven!

ISOLDA (_gazing up at him in thoughtful ecstasy_).
O might we then
together die!

TRISTAN. Each the other's--

ISOLDA. Own for aye,--

TRISTAN. Never fearing--

ISOLDA. Never waking--

TRISTAN. Blest delights
of love partaking--

ISOLDA. Each to each be given;
in love alone our heaven.

(ISOLDA, _as if overcome, droops her head on his breast._)

BRANGAENA'S VOICE (_as before_).
Have a care!
Have a care!
Night yields to daylight's glare.

TRISTAN (_bends smilingly to ISOLDA_).
Shall I listen?

ISOLDA (looking fondly up at TRISTAN).
Let me die thus!

TRISTAN. Must I waken?

ISOLDA. Nought shall wake me!

TRISTAN. Must not daylight
dawn, and rouse me?

ISOLDA. Let the Day
to Death surrender!

TRISTAN. May thus the Day's
evil threats be defied?

ISOLDA (_with growing enthusiasm_).
From its thraldom let us fly.

TRISTAN. And shall not its dawn
be dreaded by us?

ISOLDA (_rising with a grand gesture_).
Night will shield us for aye!

(TRISTAN _follows her; they embrace in fond exaltation_.)

BOTH. O endless Night!
blissful Night!
glad and glorious
lover's Night!
Those whom thou holdest,
lapped in delight,
how could e'en the boldest
unmoved endure thy flight?
How to take it,
how to break it,--
joy existent,
sunlight distant,
Far from mourning,
sorrow-warning,
fancies spurning,
softly yearning,
fear expiring,
sweet desiring!
Anguish flying,
gladly dying;
no more pining,
night-enshrining,
ne'er divided
whate'er betided,
side by side
still abide
in realms of space unmeasured,
vision blest and treasured!
Thou Isolda,
Tristan I;
no more Tristan,
no more Isolda.
Never spoken,
never broken,
newly sighted,
newly lighted,
endless ever
all our dream:
in our bosoms gleam
love delights supreme!

SCENE III.

[BRANGAENA _utters a piercing cry_. TRISTAN _and_ ISOLDA
_remain in their absorbed state_. KURVENAL _rushes in with
drawn sword_.]

KURVENAL. Save yourself, Tristan!

[_He looks fearfully off behind him_. MARK, MELOT, _and
courtiers, in hunting dress, come swiftly up the avenue and pause in
the foreground in consternation before the lovers_. BRANGAENA _at
the same time descends from the roof and hastens