ground_.]

ISOLDA. Tristan! Ah!

TRISTAN (_turning, his dying eyes on_ ISOLDA). Isolda!--

(_He dies_.)

ISOLDA. 'Tis I, 'tis I--
dearly belov'd!
Wake, and once more
hark to my voice!
Isolda calls.
Isolda comes,
with Tristan true to perish.--
Speak unto me!
But for one moment,
only one moment
open thine eyes!
Such weary days
I waited and longed,
that one single hour
I with thee might awaken.
Betrayed am I then?
Deprived by Tristan
of this our solitary,
swiftly fleeting,
final earthly joy?--
His wound, though--where?
Can I not heal it?