Tristan and Isolda know they are wending to death, and are content.
She opens the casket; "not that phial," says Isolda, "the other."
No; thank you, said Isolda, firmly, one lot is enough for me.
Isolda sends for Tristan and tells him he has wronged her, and begs him to drink the cup of peace with her.
Kurvenal bellows out a song praising Tristan as the heroic slayer of Isolda's betrothed, Morold.
Another new theme to be noted is blazed out by the orchestra when Kurvenal tells him Isolda has been sent for.
We all sat silent, busy with our thoughts, and then Isolda shuddered.
Its really a wonderful idea, said Isolda, thoughtfully, I wonder no one thought of it before.
On board Isolda,— see, she smiles— with the cup that reconciles.
Also I know an Isolda; a most respectable married woman, of a sprightly humour and much nimbleness in dodging big emotions.
