Ha, ha, my blood!
Merrily flows it.
(He springs from his bed and staggers forward.)
She who can help
my wound and close it,
she comes in her pride,
she comes to my aid.
Be space defied:
let the universe fade!
(He reels to the centre of the stage.)
ISOLDA'S VOICE (without).
Tristan! Tristan! Belovéd!
TRISTAN (in frantic excitement).
What! hails me the light?
The torchlight—ha!—
The torch is extinct!
I come! I come!
SCENE II.
[ISOLDA hastens breathlessly in. TRISTAN, delirious with excitement, staggers wildly towards her. They meet in the centre of the stage; she receives him in her arms, where he sinks slowly to the ground.]
ISOLDA. Tristan! Ah!
TRISTAN (turning, his dying eyes on ISOLDA). Isolda!—