quickly to barricade_.)

THE STEERSMAN (_rushing in_).
Mark and his men
have set on us:
defence is vain!
We're overpowered.

KURVENAL. Stand to and help!--
While lasts my life
I'll let no foe enter here!

BRANGÆNA'S VOICE (_without, calling from below_).
Isolda! Mistress!

KURVENAL. Brangæna's voice! (_Falling down_.)
What want you here?

BRANGÆNA. Open, Kurvenal!
Where is Isolda?

KURVENAL. With foes do you come?
Woe to you, false one!

MELOT'S VOICE (_without_). Stand back, thou fool!
Bar not the way!

KURVENAL (_laughing savagely_). Hurrah for the day
on which I confront thee!