(ISOLDA _beckons_ BRANGÆNA. _She trembles and hesitates to
obey_. ISOLDA _commands her with a more imperious gesture_.
BRANGÆNA _sets about preparing the drink_.)

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

TRISTAN (_starting from his gloomy brooding_). Where
are we?

ISOLDA. Near to shore.
Tristan, is warfare ended?
Hast not a word to offer?

TRISTAN (_darkly_). Concealment's mistress
makes me silent:
I know what she conceals,
conceal, too, more than she knows.

ISOLDA. Thy silence nought
but feigning I deem.
Friendship wilt thou still deny?

(_Renewed cries of the Sailors_.)

(_At an impatient sign from_ ISOLDA BRANGÆNA _hands
her the filled cup_.)