front_).
Isolda! lady!
Joy and life!--
What sight's here--ha!
Liv'st thou, Isolda! (_She goes to_ ISOLDA'S _aid_.)

MARK (_who with his followers has driven_ KURVENAL _and his men
back from the gate and forced his way in_).O wild mistake!
Tristan, where art thou?

KURVENAL (_desperately wounded, totters before_ MARK _to the
front_).
He lieth--there--
here, where I lie too.--

(_Sinks down at_ TRISTAN'S _feet_.)

MARK. Tristan! Tristan!
Isolda! Woe!

KURVENAL (_trying to grasp_ TRISTAN'S _hand_).
Tristan! true lord!
Chide me not
that I try to follow thee! (_He dies_.)

MARK. Dead together!--
All are dead!
My hero Tristan!
truest of friends,
must thou again