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 front).
Isolda! lady!
Joy and life!—
What sight's here—ha!
Liv'st thou, Isolda! (She goes to ISOLDA'S aid.)