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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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