Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
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ISOLDA (_advancing with the cup to_ TRISTAN, _who gazes
immovably into her eyes_). Thou hear'st the cry? The shore's in sight: we must ere long (_with slight scorn_) stand by King Mark together. SAILORS (_without_). Haul the warp! Anchor down! TRISTAN (_starting wildly_). Down with the anchor! Her stern to the stream! The sails a-weather the mast! (_He takes the cup from_ ISOLDA.) I know the Queen of Ireland well, unquestioned are her magic arts: the balsam cured me which she brought; now bid me quaff the cup, that I may quite recover. Heed to my all-- atoning oath, which in return I tender Tristan's honor-- highest truth! Tristan's anguish-- |
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