A Man.
Untouched and pure!
A Woman.
A great,
And wondrous thing!—A judgment from the sky!
Gimella.
No one has touched her, see!
A Voice.
Is she asleep?
A Man.
See, one has wrapped her in a cloak!
Shepherd (calling aloud).
The cloak
Shall hang within the church!
A Girl.
Brangaene, come!
She's smiling through her tears.
Brangaene (bending over Iseult—softly).
Oh dear Iseult!
Belovèd one!
Gimella.
She breathes as feverishly
And deep as does a sick and suffering child
At midnight in its sleep!
1st Soldier.
I'll to the gate
And ask the guards if they have seen some sign
Or token how this miracle occur'd!