Richard Wagner - Tristan and Isolda Act 1 Scene 7 lyrics

Scene VII The curtains are now drawn wide apart; the whole ship is covered with knights and sailors, who, with shouts of joy, make signs over towards the shore which is now seen to be quite near, with castle-crowned cliffs. Tristan and Isolda remain absorbed in mutual contemplation, perceiving nothing that is pa**ing. BRANGÆNA to the women, who at her bidding ascend from below Quick—the mantle! the royal robe!— Rushing between TRISTAN and ISOLDA. Up, hapless ones! See where we are! She places the royal mantle on ISOLDA, who notices nothing. ALL THE MEN Hail! Hail! Hail our monarch! Hail to Mark the king! KURVENAL advancing gaily Hail, Tristan, knight of good hap! Behold King Mark approaching, in a bark with brave attendance. Gladly he stems the tide, coming to seek his bride. TRISTAN looking up in bewilderment Who comes? KURVENAL The king 'tis. TRISTAN What king mean you? KURVENAL points over the side. TRISTAN gazes stupefied at the shore. ALL THE MEN waving their hats Hail to King Mark! All hail! ISOLDA bewildered What is't, Brangæna? What are those cries? BRANGÆNA Isolda—mistress! Compose thyself! ISOLDA Where am I! living? What was that draught? BRANGÆNA despairingly The love-potion! ISOLDA staring with horror at TRISTAN Tristan! TRISTAN Isolda! ISOLDA Must I live, then? Falls fainting upon his breast. BRANGÆNA to the women Look to your lady! TRISTAN O rapture fraught with cunning! O fraud with bliss o'er-running! ALL THE MEN in a general burst of acclamation Hail to King Mark! Cornwall, hail! People have clambered over the ship's side, others have extended a bridge, and the aspect of all indicates the immediate arrival of the expected ones, as the curtain falls.