Richard Wagner - Tristan and Isolda Act I Scene 2 lyrics

Scene II The whole length of the ship is now seen, down to the stern, with the sea and horizon beyond. Round the mainmast sailors are ensconced, busied with ropes; beyond them in the stern are groups of knights and attendants, also seated; a little apart stands TRISTAN folding his arms and thoughtfully gazing out to sea; at his feet KURVENAL reclines carelessly. From the mast-head above is once more heard the voice of the young sailor. THE YOUNG SAILOR at the mast-head invisible. The wind so wild blows homewards now; my Irish child, where waitest thou? Say, must our sails be weighted, filled by thy sighs unbated? Waft us, wind strong and wild! Woe, ah woe for my child! ISOLDA whose eyes have at once sought TRISTAN and fixed stonily on him—gloomily. Once beloved— now removed— brave and bright, coward knight!— d**h-devoted head! d**h-devoted heart!— laughing unnaturally. Think'st highly of yon minion? BRANGÆNA following her glance. Whom mean'st thou? ISOLDA There, that hero who from mine eyes averts his own: in shrinking shame my gaze he shuns— Say, how hold you him? BRANGÆNA Mean you Sir Tristan, lady mine? Extolled by ev'ry nation, his happy country's pride, The hero of creation,— whose fame so high and wide? ISOLDA jeeringly In shrinking trepidation his shame he seeks to hide, While to the king, his relation, he brings the corpse-like bride!— Seems it so senseless What I say? Go ask himself, our gracious host, dare he approach my side? No courteous heed or loyal care this hero t'wards his lady turns; but to meet her his heart is daunted, this knight so highly vaunted! Oh! he wots well the cause! To the traitor go, bearing his lady's will! As my servant bound, straightway should he approach. BRANGÆNA Shall I beseech him to attend thee? ISOLDA Nay, order him: pray, understand it:— I, Isolda do command it! At an imperious sign from ISOLDA BRANGÆNA withdraws and timidly walks along the deck towards the stern, past the working sailors. ISOLDA, following her with fixed gaze, sinks back on the couch, where she remains seated during the following, her eyes still turned sternward. KURVENAL observing Brangæna's approach, plucks Tristan by the robe without rising. Beware, Tristan! Message from Isolda! TRISTAN starting. What is't?—Isolda?— He quickly regains his composure as BRANGÆNA approaches and curtsies to him. What would my lady? I her liegeman, fain will listen while her loyal woman tells her will. BRANGÆNA My lord, Sir Tristan, Dame Isolda would have speech with you at once. TRISTAN Is she with travel worn? The end is near: nay, ere the set of sun sight we the land. All that your mistress commands me, trust me, I shall mind. BRANGÆNA That you, Sir Tristan, go to her,-- this is my lady's wish. TRISTAN Where yonder verdant meadows in distance dim are mounting, waits my sov'reign for his mate: to lead her to his presence I'll wait upon the princess: 'tis an honor all my own. BRANGÆNA My lord, Sir Tristan, list to me: this one thing my lady wills, that thou at once attend her, there where she waits for thee. TRISTAN In any station where I stand I truly serve but her, the pearl of womanhood. If I unheeding left the helm, how might I pilot her ship in surety to King Mark? BRANGÆNA Tristan, my master, why mock me thus? Seemeth my saying obscure to you? list to my lady's words: thus, look you, she hath spoken: "Go order him, and understand it, I—Isolda— do command it." KURVENAL springing up May I an answer make her? TRISTAN What wouldst thou wish to reply? KURVENAL This should she say to Dame Isold': "Though Cornwall's crown and England's isle for Ireland's child he chose, his own by choice she may not be; he brings the king his bride. A hero-knight Tristan is hight! I've said, nor care to measure your lady's high displeasure." While TRISTAN seeks to stop him, and the offended BRANGÆNA turns to depart, KURVENAL sings after her at the top of his voice, as she lingeringly withdraws. "Sir Morold toiled o'er mighty wave the Cornish tax to levy; In desert isle was dug his grave, he died of wounds so heavy. His head now hangs in Irish lands, Sole were-gild won at English hands. Bravo, our brave Tristan! Let his tax take who can!" KURVENAL, driven away by TRISTAN'S chidings, descends into the cabin. BRANGÆNA returns in discomposure to ISOLDA, closing the curtains behind her, while all the men take up the chorus and are heard without. KNIGHTS AND ATTENDANTS. “His head now hangs in Irish lands, sole were-gild won at English hands. Bravo, our brave Tristan! Let his tax take who can!"