(_Rushing between_ TRISTAN _and_ ISOLDA.)

Up, hapless ones!
See where we are!

(_She places the royal mantle on_ ISOLDA, _who notices nothing_.)

ALL THE MEN. Hail! Hail!
Hail our monarch!
Hail to Mark the king!

KURVENAL (_advancing gaily_). Hail, Tristan,
knight of good hap!
Behold King Mark approaching,
in a bark
with brave attendance.
Gladly he stems the tide,
coming to seek his bride.

TRISTAN (_looking up in bewilderment_). Who comes?

KURVENAL. The king 'tis.

TRISTAN. What king mean you?

(KURVENAL _points over the side_. TRISTAN _gazes stupefied at
the shore_.)

ALL THE MEN (_waving their hats_). Hail to King Mark!