I make a mark
to know it again--
This draught 'tis I would drain.

(_Seizes flask and shows it_.)

BRANGÆNA (_recoiling in horror_).
The draught of death!

(ISOLDA _has risen from the sofa and now hears with increasing dread
the cries of the sailors_.)

VOICES OF THE CREW (_without_).
"Ho! heave ho! hey!
Reduce the sail!
The mainsail in!
Ho! heave ho! hey!"

ISOLDA.
Our journey has been swift.
Woe is me! Near to the land!


SCENE IV.

(KURVENAL _boisterously enters through the curtains_.)

KURVENAL.
Up, up, ye ladies!
Look alert!