Lady H. O go, I beg you go!
Lio. No, no. In my dream let me take your hand, "as I did once—do you remember? Let me kiss it—thus—to tell my love.
Lady H. I can no longer tolerate such gross impertinence. Will you go, sir?
Lio. Wherefore this pretence? Why do you disown me?
Lady H. Hence, peasant clown—begone!
Lio. I, a peasant? I, your master? Patience is thrown away on you! I have been too gentle. Now I command you to come instantly with me! (Takes her arm.)
Lady H. Tristan—help, help!
(Tristan comes hurrying in, afterward followed by the others.)
Tris. What has alarmed you? Speak!
Lady H. Help me—save me from that fellow!