Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
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Weak and maimed,
when might was mine, why at thy death did I pause? Thou shalt know the secret cause.-- Thy hurts I tended that, when sickness ended, thou shouldst fall by some man, as Isolda's revenge should plan. But now attempt thy fate to foretell me? if their friendship all men do sell thee, what foe can seek to fell thee? TRISTAN (_pale and gloomy, offers her his sword_). If thou so lovedst this lord, then lift once more my sword, nor from thy purpose refrain; let the weapon not fail again. ISOLDA. Put up thy sword which once I swung, when vengeful rancor my bosom wrung, when thy masterful eyes did ask me straight whether King Mark might seek me for mate. The sword harmless descended.-- Drink, let our strife be ended! |
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