Straight bestir you!
Loiter not,--here is the land!--
To dame Isolda
says the servant
of Tristan,
our hero true:--
Behold our flag is flying!
it waveth landwards aloft:
in Mark's ancestral castle
may our approach be seen.
So, dame Isolda,
he prays to hasten,
for land straight to prepare her,
that thither he may bear her.

ISOLDA (_who has at first cowered and shuddered on hearing the
message, now speaks calmly and with dignity_). My greeting take
unto your lord
and tell him what I say now:
Should he assist to land me
and to King Mark would he hand me,
unmeet and unseemly
were his act,
the while my pardon
was not won
for trespass black and base:
So bid him seek my grace.

(KURVENAL _makes a gesture of defiance_.)