BRANGAENA (who has revived ISOLDA in her arms). 
She wakes! she lives! 
Isolda, hear! 
Hear me, mistress beloved! 
Tidings of joy
I have to tell thee: 
O list to thy Brangaena! 
My thoughtless fault I have atoned;
after thy flight
I forthwith went to the king: 
the love potion’s secret
he scarce had learned
when with sedulous haste
he put to sea,
that he might find thee,
nobly renounce thee
and give thee up to thy love.

MARK.  O why, Isolda,
Why this to me? 
When clearly was disclosed
what before I could fathom not,
what joy was mine to find
my friend was free from fault! 
In haste to wed
thee to my hero
with flying sails
I followed thy track: 
but howe’er can
happiness
o’ertake the swift course of woe? 
More food for Death did I make: 
more wrong grew in mistake.

BRANGAENA.  Dost thou not hear? 
Isolda!  Lady! 
O try to believe the truth!

ISOLDA (unconscious of all around her, turning her eyes with, rising inspiration on TRISTAN’S body).  Mild and softly he is smiling; how his eyelids sweetly open!  See, oh comrades, see you not how he beameth ever brighter—­ how he rises ever radiant steeped in starlight, borne above?  See you not how his heart with lion zest, calmly happy beats in his breast?  From his lips in heavenly rest sweetest breath he softly sends.  Harken, friends!  Hear and feel ye not?  Is it I alone am hearing strains so tender and endearing?  Passion swelling, all things telling, gently bounding, from him sounding, in me pushes, upward rushes trumpet tone that round me gushes.  Brighter growing, o’er me flowing, are these breezes airy pillows?  Are they balmy beauteous billows?  How they rise and gleam and glisten!  Shall I breathe them?  Shall I listen?  Shall I sip them, dive within them, to my panting breathing win them?  In the breezes around, in the harmony sound in the world’s driving whirlwind be drown’d—­ and, sinking, be drinking—­ in a kiss, highest bliss!

(ISOLDA sinks, as if transfigured, in BRANGAENA’S arms upon TRISTAN’S body.  Profound emotion and grief of the bystanders.  MARK invokes a blessing on the dead.  Curtain.)