Str. Leper.
Iseult, great God has punished him enough;
His soul is writhing in its agony
Before thy feet!
Iseult.
His soul is leprous, ay!
And 'tis an awful thing when one's own soul
Is leprous grown!—I loathe and hate him now!
Str. Leper (leaping up).
Iseult!
Iseult (wildly).
Go call the Vultures, call them forth!
I want to dance in their white arms, and flee
From Tristram's leprous soul that has betrayed
And shamed me thus!
Str. Leper.
May God in mercy help
Him, for he loves thee still, Iseult, in life
And death! [He starts toward the gate.]
Voice of Lord Denovalin.
Let none go out! Draw up the bridge,
And close the castle gates! I'll catch the hound!
[Iseult staggers a few steps and collapses.]
Str. Leper.
Denovalin, Iseult! Our hated foe
Denovalin! Quick, hide thy nakedness
Within this cloak!
[He covers her with his cloak and bends
over her.]
Dear lady I will kill
This man and then myself!