Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
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aroused by laughter of winds.
BRANGÆNA. Deceived by wild desire art thou, and but hear'st as would thy will:-- I still hear the sound of horns. ISOLDA (_listens_). No sound of horns were so sweet: yon fountain's soft murmuring current moves so quietly hence. If horns yet brayed, how could I hear that? In still night alone it laughs on mine ear. My lov'd one hides in darkness unseen: wouldst thou hold from my side my dearest? deeming that horns thou hearest? BRANGÆNA. Thy lov'd one hid-- oh heed my warning!-- for him a spy waits by night. Listening oft I light upon him: he lays a secret snare. Of Melot oh beware! ISOLDA. Mean you Sir Melot? |
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