A. Open, Kurvenal!
Where is Isolda?

KURVENAL. With foes do you come?
Woe to you, false one!

MELOT'S VOICE (_without_). Stand back, thou fool!
Bar not the way!

KURVENAL (_laughing savagely_). Hurrah for the day
on which I confront thee!

(MELOT, _with armed men, appears under the gateway_.
KURVENAL _falls on him and cuts him down_.)

Die, damnable wretch!

SCENE IV.

MELOT. Woe's me!--Tristan! (_He dies_.)

BRANGAENA (_still without_). Kurvenal! Madman!
O hear--thou mistakest!

KURVENAL. Treacherous maid! (_To his men_.)
Come! Follow me!
Force them below! (_They fight_.)

MARK (_without_). Hold, thou frantic man!
Lost are thy senses?

KURVENAL. Here ravages Death!
Nought else, O king,
is here to be holden!
If you would earn it, come on!

(_He sets upon_ MARK _and his followers_.)

MARK. Away, rash maniac!

BRANGAENA (_has climbed over the wall at the side and hastens in the
front_).
Isolda! lady!
Joy and life!--
What sight's here--ha!
Liv'st thou, Isolda! (_She goes to_ ISOLDA'S _aid_.)

MARK (_who with his followers has driven_ KURVENAL _and his men
back from the gate and forced his way in_).O wild mistake!
Tristan, where art thou?

KURVENAL (_desperately wounded, totters before_ MARK _to the
front_).
He lieth--there--
here, where I lie too.--

(_Sinks down at_ TRISTAN'S _feet_.)

MARK. Tristan! Tristan!
Isolda! Woe!

KURVENAL (_trying to grasp_ TRISTAN'S _hand_).
Tristan! true lord!
Chide me not
that I try to follow thee! (_He dies_.)

MARK. Dead together!--
All are dead!
My hero Tristan!
truest of friends,
must thou again
be to thy king a traitor?
Now, when he comes
another proof of love to give thee!
Awaken! awaken.
O hear my lamentation,
thou faithless, faithful friend!

(_Kneels down sobbing over the bodies_.)

BRANGAENA (_who has revived_ ISOLDA _in her arms_).
She wakes! she lives!
Isolda, hear!
Hear me, mistress beloved!
Tidings of joy
I have to tell thee:
O list to thy Brangaena!
My thoughtless fault I have atoned;
after thy flight
I forthwith went to the king:
the love potion's secret
he scarce had learned
when with sedulous haste
he put to sea,
that he might find thee,
nobly renounce thee
and give thee up to thy love.

MARK. O why, Isolda,
Why this to me?
When clearly was disclosed
what before I could fathom not,
what joy was mine to find
my friend was free from fault!
In haste to wed
thee to my hero
with flying sails
I followed thy tr