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Updated: June 9, 2025
They are the voices of the night through which are heard the long-sustained notes of Brangaene's watch-song, wood instruments here and there uttering motives like passing dreams from the lovers' melodies: Realms where the air we breathe is love, Which in the winds on the waves doth move, Harmonizing this earth with what we feel above. At the end three trombones enter, sustaining slow chords.
And when Brangaene's voice is heard again from her turret warning them to have a care, have a care, day is at hand, and Tristan bends over her smiling to ask: "Shall I heed?" she sighs, as he had done before: "Let me die!" "Shall I awake?" he very gently teases. "Never to wake again!" "Must the Day rouse Tristan?" "Let the Day yield unto death!" "We will brave then the threats of the Day?"
Brangaene's glance follows Isolde's. She does not understand. "Whom do you mean?" "The hero over there who averts his glance from mine, who in shame and embarassment gazes away from me. Tell me, how does he impress you?"
Vain to attempt defence, we are overpowered!" Kurwenal does not pause in his preparations: "While I live, no one shall look in here! Take your post and help!" Brangaene's voice is heard, calling her mistress. Kurwenal's excitement, his rage of determination to keep the sight of those helpless embraced bodies sacred from profane eyes, shuts his reason to every sign.
Death is just before her; she throws herself into Brangaene's arms, and delivers her last messages to the world. The unhappy girl, still quite in the dark as to her mistress's intentions, only vaguely feeling the presage of some impending calamity, is told to bring the casket and take out the death-potion, Isolde significantly repeating the words in the previous scene.
Hastily the gates of the castle are barricaded. Brangaene's voice is heard imploring them not to resist. It is vain; Kurwenal leaves no time for parley, but rushes upon them and is at once pierced through. He is just able to reach his master's body and die at his side; when Marke has forced an entry he finds nothing but death. Brangaene notices that Isolde is still living, and they now explain.
Brangaene's listless attitude as she gazes across the water, the young sailor's ditty to his Irish girl as he keeps watch on the mast, reflect the calmness of the sea as the ship glides before the westerly breeze, and contrast with the tempest raging in Isolde's breast.
Tristan can only die through Isolde's death." The final conclusion is reached in the great duet beginning p. 143'1, "We die but to be united for ever in a more perfect love." with the motive No. 14. The duet ends with a reminiscence of the nocturne, Brangaene's voice entering with beautiful effect warning the lovers in the midst of their rhapsody. I resume at 146'1.
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