sternward_.]

KURVENAL (_observing Brangæna's approach, plucks Tristan by the robe
without rising_.) Beware, Tristan!
Message from Isolda!

TRISTAN (_starting_). What is't?--Isolda?--

(_He quickly regains his composure as BRANGÆNA approaches and
curtsies to him_.)

What would my lady?
I her liegeman,
fain will listen
while her loyal
woman tells her will.

BRANGÆNA. My lord, Sir Tristan,
Dame Isolda
would have speech
with you at once.

TRISTAN. Is she with travel worn?
The end is near:
nay, ere the set of sun
sight we the land.
All that your mistress commands me,
trust me, I shall mind.

BRANGÆNA. That you, Sir Tristan,