honor and fame,
faithfully I
have saved from shame for thee.

MARK (_deeply moved, with trembling voice_). Hast thou
preserved them?
Say'st thou so?--
See him there,
the truest of all true hearts!
Look on him
the faithfulest of friends, too
His offence
so black and base
fills my heart
with anguish and disgrace.
Tristan traitor,
what hope stayeth
that the honor
he betrayeth
should by Melot's rede
rest to me indeed?

TRISTAN (_with convulsive violence_). Daylight phantoms--
morning visions
empty and vain--
Avaunt! Begone!

MARK (_in deep emotion_). This--blow.
Tristan, to me?
Where now has truth fled,