where surely we are going!
why should I shun that land
by which the world is spann'd?
For Tristan's house and home
Isold' will make her own.
The road whereby
we have to go
I pray thee quickly show!--

(TRISTAN _bends slowly over her and kisses her softly on the
forehead_. MELOT _starts furiously forward_.)

MELOT (_drawing his sword_). Thou villain! Ha!
Avenge thee, monarch!
Say, wilt suffer such scorn?

TRISTAN (_drawing his sword and turning quickly
round_)
Who's he will set his life against mine?

(_casting a look at MELOT_).

This was my friend;
he told me he loved me truly:
my fame and honor
he upheld more than all men.
With arrogance
he filled my heart,
and led on those
who prompted me