Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
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so foully wounded thee.
Thy wound was heavy: how to heal it? Thy simple servant there bethought that she who once closed Morold's wound with ease the hurt could heal thee that Melot's sword did deal thee. I found the best of leeches there, to Cornwall have I sent for her: a trusty serf sails o'er the sea, bringing Isold' to thee. TRISTAN (_transported_). Isolda comes! Isolda nears! (_He struggles for words_.) O friendship! high and holy friendship! (_Draws_ KURVENAL _to him and embraces him_.) O Kurvenal, thou trusty heart, my truest friend I rank thee! Howe'er can Tristan thank thee? My shelter and shield in fight and strife; |
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