What wight dares insult me?

(_She looks round in agitation_.)

Brangæna, ho!
Say, where sail we?

BRANGÆNA (_at the opening_).
Bluish stripes
are stretching along the west:
swiftly sails
the ship to shore;
if restful the sea by eve
we shall readily set foot on land.

ISOLDA. What land?

BRANGÆNA. Cornwall's verdant strand.

ISOLDA. Never more!
To-day nor to-morrow!

BRANGÆNA. What mean you, mistress? say!

(_She lets the curtain fall and hastens to_ ISOLDA.)

ISOLDA (_with wild gaze_).
O fainthearted child,
false to thy fathers!
Ah, where, mother,