(MELOT, _with armed men, appears under the gateway_.
KURVENAL _falls on him and cuts him down_.)

Die, damnable wretch!


SCENE IV.

MELOT. Woe's me!--Tristan! (_He dies_.)

BRANGÆNA (_still without_). Kurvenal! Madman!
O hear--thou mistakest!

KURVENAL. Treacherous maid! (_To his men_.)
Come! Follow me!
Force them below! (_They fight_.)

MARK (_without_). Hold, thou frantic man!
Lost are thy senses?

KURVENAL. Here ravages Death!
Nought else, O king,
is here to be holden!
If you would earn it, come on!

(_He sets upon_ MARK _and his followers_.)

MARK. Away, rash maniac!

BRANGÆNA (_has climbed over the wall at the side and hastens in the