BRANGÆNA. The draught?
KURVENAL (entering). Sir Tristan!
(BRANGÆNA rises, terrified and confused. ISOLDA strives with immense effort to control herself.)
ISOLDA (to Kurvenal). Sir Tristan may approach!
SCENE VI.
[KURVENAL retires again. BRANGÆNA, almost beside herself, turns up the stage. ISOLDA, mustering all her powers of resolution, walks slowly and with dignity towards the sofa, by the head of which she supports herself, turning her eyes firmly towards the entrance]
(TRISTAN enters, and pauses respectfully at the entrance.)
TRISTAN. Demand, lady,
what you will.