as merry as ever I may.
But tell me truly,
trusty friend,
why languishes our lord?

KURVENAL. Do not ask me;--
for I can give no answer.
Watch the sea,
if sails come in sight
a sprightly melody play.

SHEPHERD (_turns round and scans the horizon, shading his eyes with
his hand_).
Blank appears the sea!

(_He puts the reed pipe to his mouth and withdraws, playing_.)

TRISTAN (_motionless--faintly_).
The tune so well known--
why wake to that?

(_opens his eyes and slightly turns his head_).

Where am I?

KURVENAL (_starting in joyous surprise_).
Ha!--who is speaking?
It is his voice!--
Tristan! lov'd one!
My lord! my Tristan!