Ha, ha, my blood!
Merrily flows it.

(_He springs from his bed and staggers forward_.)

She who can help
my wound and close it,
she comes in her pride,
she comes to my aid.
Be space defied:
let the universe fade!

(_He reels to the centre of the stage_.)

ISOLDA'S VOICE (_without_).
Tristan! Tristan! Belovéd!

TRISTAN (_in frantic excitement_).
What! hails me the light?
The torchlight--ha!--
The torch is extinct!
I come! I come!


SCENE II.

[ISOLDA _hastens breathlessly in_. TRISTAN, _delirious with
excitement, staggers wildly towards her. They meet in the centre of
the stage; she receives him in her arms, where he sinks slowly to the