Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
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ISOLDA. Him who betrayed! BRANGÆNA. Tristan? ISOLDA. Truce he'll drink with me. BRANGÆNA (_throwing herself at_ ISOLDA'S _feet_). O horror! Pity thy handmaid! ISOLDA. Pity thou me, false-hearted maid! Mindest thou not my mother's arts? Think you that she who'd mastered those would have sent thee o'er the sea without assistance for me? A salve for sickness doth she offer and antidotes for deadly drugs: for deepest grief and woe supreme gave she the draught of death. Let Death now give her thanks! BRANGÆNA (_scarcely able to control herself_). O deepest grief! |
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