Scene V ISOLDA hurries to BRANGÆNA and embraces her vehemently Now farewell, Brangæna! Greet ev'ry one, Greet my father and mother! BRANGÆNA What now? what mean'st thou? Wouldst thou flee? And where must I then follow? ISOLDA checking herself suddenly Here I remain: heard you not? Tristan will I await.— I trust in thee to aid in this: prepare the true cup of peace: thou mindest how it is made. BRANGÆNA What meanest thou? ISOLDA taking a bottle from the coffer This it is! From the flask go pour this philtre out; yon golden goblet 'twill fill. BRANGÆNA filled with terror receiving the flask Trust I my wits? ISOLDA Wilt thou be true? BRANGÆNA The draught—for whom? ISOLDA Him who betrayed! BRANGÆNA Tristan? ISOLDA Truce he'll drink with me. BRANGÆNA throwing herself at ISOLDA'S feet O horror! Pity thy handmaid! ISOLDA Pity thou me, false-hearted maid! Mindest thou not my mother's arts? Think you that she who'd mastered those would have sent thee o'er the sea without a**istance for me? A salve for sickness doth she offer and antidotes for deadly d**: for deepest grief and woe supreme gave she the draught of d**h. Let d**h now give her thanks! BRANGÆNA scarcely able to control herself O deepest grief! ISOLDA Now, wilt thou obey? BRANGÆNA O woe supreme! ISOLDA Wilt thou be true? BRANGÆNA The draught? KURVENAL entering Sir Tristan! BRANGÆNA rises, terrified and confused. ISOLDA strives with immense effort to control herself. ISOLDA to Kurvenal Sir Tristan may approach!