fame and pow'r to augment me
by wedding thee to our monarch.--
Thy glance, Isolda,
glamoured him thus;
and, jealous, my friend
played me false
to King Mark, whom I betrayed.--

(_He sets on_ MELOT.)

Guard thee, Melot!

[_As_ MELOT _presents his sword_ TRISTAN _drops his
own guard and sinks wounded into the arms of_ KURVENAL. ISOLDA
_throws herself upon his breast_. MARK _holds_ MELOT
_back. The curtain falls quickly_.]




ACT III.

_A Castle-Garden_.

[_At one side high castellated buildings, on the other a low
breastwork interrupted by a watch tower; at back the castle-gate. The
situation is supposed to be on rocky cliffs; through openings the
view extends over a wide sea horizon. The whole gives an impression
of being deserted by the owner, badly kept, and here and there
dilapidated and overgrown_.]