ISOLDA. Own for aye,--

TRISTAN. Never fearing--

ISOLDA. Never waking--

TRISTAN. Blest delights
of love partaking--

ISOLDA. Each to each be given;
in love alone our heaven.

(ISOLDA, _as if overcome, droops her head on his breast._)

BRANGÆNA'S VOICE (_as before_).
Have a care!
Have a care!
Night yields to daylight's glare.

TRISTAN (_bends smilingly to ISOLDA_).
Shall I listen?

ISOLDA (looking fondly up at TRISTAN).
Let me die thus!

TRISTAN. Must I waken?

ISOLDA. Nought shall wake me!