Wouldst thou flee?
And where must I then follow?

ISOLDA (_checking herself suddenly_).
Here I remain:
heard you not?
Tristan will I await.--
I trust in thee
to aid in this:
prepare the true
cup of peace:
thou mindest how it is made.

BRANGÆNA.
What meanest thou?

ISOLDA (_taking a bottle from the coffer_).
This it is!
From the flask go pour
this philtre out;
yon golden goblet 'twill fill.

BRANGÆNA (_filled with terror receiving the flask_).
Trust I my wits?

ISOLDA.
Wilt thou be true?

BRANGÆNA.
The draught--for whom?