brave distress!
Traitor spirit,
dawn-illumined!
Endless trouble's
only truce!
Oblivion's kindly draught,
with rapture thou art quaff'd!

(_He lifts the cup and drinks_.)

ISOLDA. Betrayed e'en here?
I must halve it!--

(_She wrests the cup from his hand_.)

Betrayer, I drink to thee!

[_She drinks, and then throws away the cup. Both, seized with
shuddering, gaze with deepest emotion, but immovable demeanor, into
one another's eyes, in which the expression of defiance to death
fades and melts into the glow of passion. Trembling seizes them,
they convulsively clutch their hearts and pass their hands over their
brows. Their glances again seek to meet, sink in confusion, and once
more turn with growing longing upon one another_.]

ISOLDA (_with trembling voice_). Tristan!

TRISTAN (_overpowered_). Isolda!

ISOLDA (_sinking upon his breast_). Traitor beloved!