[He snatches the key from Brangaene's
hand and disappears with long strides
behind the stairs. He is erect and proud.
The two women stand looking at each
other amazed and motionless.]
SCENE III
Brangaene.
Poor fool, I pity him!
Iseult (breaking out passionately).
He must not go! My God, he must not! Call
Him back, Brangaene, call him back!
The Voice of the Jester (joyfully).
Husdent!
Brangaene.
Oh, hark!
Iseult (in increasing fear).
His cry! His dying cry, perhaps!
Brangaene, dearest sister, what thinkst thou
Of this Strange Jester Tramtris?
[The women stare at each other without
speaking.]
Wilt thou go
And look between the bars?
[Brangaene goes after the Strange Jester.]
Oh Thou who hast
Created this great world, why didst Thou then
Create me, too?