The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries: masterpieces of German literature, trinto English . the land. How heavilyGods wrath descends upon my head. This bloodIve spilled was innocent! This man is nearHis end; his dying wish is to beholdThe Queen Iseult. He much desires soul! Bring in the man. How things mischance!My castle is a gruesome place idiot first, and then a corpse have knockedTo crave admittance to my hall! My Lords,I pray you to forgive my sins. There comesThe wounded Knight. \_The Strange Knight is led before walks firmly, standing er
The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries: masterpieces of German literature, trinto English . the land. How heavilyGods wrath descends upon my head. This bloodIve spilled was innocent! This man is nearHis end; his dying wish is to beholdThe Queen Iseult. He much desires soul! Bring in the man. How things mischance!My castle is a gruesome place idiot first, and then a corpse have knockedTo crave admittance to my hall! My Lords,I pray you to forgive my sins. There comesThe wounded Knight. \_The Strange Knight is led before walks firmly, standing erect.]Knight. —Art thou Iseult? — Iseult The Goldenhaired? May God be mercifulUnto thy soul!Stb. Jbsteb {crouches on the bench, taking no interest inwhat is said). My brother Kuerdin!Dear friend! In a disastrous hour wentWe forth. I pity thee! IThe Strange Knight turns and looks athim (angrily and oppressed). Will death not close Thy mouth, thou cur!Mark. Dost thou then know this man? Stb. Jester. Ive said so, Mark! Ill sit beside him hereUntil he dies. Ill be his priest. Paeanis. TEISTEAM THE JESTER 481 Stb. Knight. Keep off. This babbling fool; his chatter shames Methinks this was the man I saw at dawn Today as I rode through the wood, and yet He bore a shield on which I thought I saw Lord Tristrams Unhappy man, who art Thou?Stb. Knight {calmly and quietly). One who knoweth how to die. Lay me On yonder bench and wrap me in my cloak.[He is laid on the bench near the chimney,and lies there like an effigy.]Mark (to the First Guard). Where are his shield and arms?Ste. Knight. I bore the shield Of Tristram, Lord of Lyonesse, since we, For our great love, exchanged our arms. I am His brother, for my sister is his wife. Lord Tristram greets thee, {to him passionately). Speak, friend, and put An end unto the quandary in which I stand. God shall reward thee soon. Where is Lord Tristram?Stb. Knight {groaning). With his w
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