Str. Jester (seizing the ring).
The ring is mine!
I gave it him!
Ganelun (striking him).
Away! Thou damned thief!
Str. Jester.
The ring is mine, I say. My love once gave
It me and sware thereon; but now I'll give
It as a jester's gift unto the Queen.
I pray thee take the ring, Iseult.
[Iseult takes the ring, looks at it a moment
and lets it fall. She totters.]
Cast not
Away my gift!
Brangaene.
Help! Help! The Queen.
Iseult (in great agitation).
Oh God,
I pray Thee open now mine eyes, and set
Me free! I know not if I am alive!
There lies a corpse—There stands a ghost and I
Between them, here! I hear a moaning sound
Pass whimpering through the halls—!
[She runs to the stairs.]
Let me go up!
Brangaene, come, and thou Gimella, too!
[Half way up the stairs she turns.]