Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
page 39 of 90 (43%)
page 39 of 90 (43%)
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All hail!
ISOLDA (_bewildered_). What is't, Brangæna? What are those cries? BRANGÆNA. Isolda--mistress! Compose thyself! ISOLDA. Where am I! living? What was that draught? BRANGÆNA (_despairingly_). The love-potion! ISOLDA (_staring with horror at_ TRISTAN). Tristan! TRISTAN. Isolda! ISOLDA. Must I live, then? (_Falls fainting upon his breast_.) BRANGÆNA (_to the women_). Look to your lady! TRISTAN. O rapture fraught with cunning! O fraud with bliss o'er-running! ALL THE MEN (_in a general burst of acclamation_). Hail to King Mark! Cornwall, hail! |
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