Hello.[Tristan slowly turns to look at her.] You've been sleeping a long time. You're in Ireland. Did you know that? Shh... It's alright. You're safe here. No one knows. Don't be scared. Just sleep... sleep.[Tristan fades out of consciousness.]
I want to know if there's more to this life and I can't know that if they kill you!
[Tristan dies. Isolde is thinking of the time back in Ireland] My face in thine eyes, thine in mine appers. And true plain hearts do in the faces rest. Where can you find two better hemispheres, without sharp north, without declining west. Whatever dies was not mixed equally. If our two loves be one or thou and I love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. (John Donne, The Good Morrow)
Why long for things if they're not meant to be ours?
Marke delivered me from that place when I was a boy. You ran. So you can understand that when I think of Kings I think of him. When I think of cowards...
You were right. I don't know if life is better than death. But love was more than either.
[Isolde and Marke retire to their bedroom. Tristan watches their window from outside.] You're trembling. You are far from home and I am a stranger still. But you mustn't fear me. My wish is to make you happy, as a wife.. as a woman and hopefully one day, the fact that I am not whole will not offend you.[Marke kisses Isolde and makes love to her.]
Will you always be little men, Who could not see what once was... And could be again.
