KURVENAL.
Be assured,
I'll bear your words:
we'll see what he will say!
(He retires quickly.)
SCENE V.
ISOLDA (hurries to BRANGÆNA and embraces her vehemently).
Now farewell, Brangæna!
Greet ev'ry one,
Greet my father and mother!
BRANGÆNA.
What now? what mean'st thou?
Wouldst thou flee?
And where must I then follow?
ISOLDA (checking herself suddenly).
Here I remain:
heard you not?
Tristan will I await.—
I trust in thee
to aid in this:
prepare the true
cup of peace:
thou mindest how it is made.
BRANGÆNA.
What meanest thou?
ISOLDA (taking a bottle from the coffer).
This it is!
From the flask go pour
this philtre out;
yon golden goblet 'twill fill.
BRANGÆNA (filled with terror receiving the flask).
Trust I my wits?
ISOLDA.
Wilt thou be true?