Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
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TRISTAN. Woman divine! (_He embraces her with ardor. They remain in a silent embrace_.) ALL THE MEN (_without_). Hail! Hail! Hail our monarch! Hail to Mark, the king! BRANGÆNA (_who, filled with confusion and horror, has leaned over the side with averted face, now turns to behold the pair locked in their close embrace, and rushes to the front, wringing her hands in despair_). Woe's me! Woe's me! Endless mis'ry I have wrought instead of death! Dire the deed of my dull fond heart: it cries aloud to heav'n! (_They start from their embrace_.) TRISTAN (_bewildered_). What troubled dream of Tristan's honor? ISOLDA. What troubled dream Of Isolda's shame? TRISTAN. Have I then lost thee? |
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