Isolde: Why does loving you feel so wrong?
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Isolde: Why be capable of feelings if we're not to have them? Why long for things if they are not meant to be ours?
Tristan: She is loyal to you. I am sure of it.
Isolde: I want to know that there's more to this life, and I can't know that if they kill you.
Lord Marke: I want him to grow old in a land where all of us are at peace
Lord Marke: Is it possible a man blinded by love might not see treachery right in front of him?
Melot: You have one more fight, Tristan. Take deep breaths.
Isolde: Please don't leave me. Please.
Lord Marke: Will you always be little men who cannot see what was - and could be again?
Tristan: Take me out of here. Take me to the river.
Melot: Behold your hero, Uncle. I'll have my own heroes now.
Tristan: Behold! The Head of a Traitor!
Morholt: Makes a hard man, even harder. The only cure: wild abandon. Until our wedding day.
Lord Marke: Do you know what you have done?
Lord Marke: Did I love him like a son? Or did I misuse him for my own purposes?
Isolde: Why does loving you feel so wrong?
Lord Marke: I must heed their call. I am the King.
Isolde: Why be capable of feelings if we're not to have them? Why long for things if they are not meant to be ours?
Tristan: She is loyal to you. I am sure of it.
Isolde: I want to know that there's more to this life, and I can't know that if they kill you.
Lord Marke: I want him to grow old in a land where all of us are at peace
Lord Marke: Is it possible a man blinded by love might not see treachery right in front of him?
Melot: You have one more fight, Tristan. Take deep breaths.
Isolde: Please don't leave me. Please.
Lord Marke: Will you always be little men who cannot see what was - and could be again?
Tristan: Take me out of here. Take me to the river.
Melot: Behold your hero, Uncle. I'll have my own heroes now.
Tristan: Behold! The Head of a Traitor!
Morholt: Makes a hard man, even harder. The only cure: wild abandon. Until our wedding day.
Lord Marke: Do you know what you have done?
Lord Marke: Did I love him like a son? Or did I misuse him for my own purposes?
Isolde: Why does loving you feel so wrong?
Tristan: She is loyal to you. I am sure of it.
Isolde: I want to know that there's more to this life, and I can't know that if they kill you.
Lord Marke: Is it possible a man blinded by love might not see treachery right in front of him?
Melot: Behold your hero, Uncle. I'll have my own heroes now.
Tristan: Behold! The Head of a Traitor!
Morholt: Makes a hard man, even harder. The only cure: wild abandon. Until our wedding day.
Isolde: Know that I love you Tristan. Wherever you go, whatever you see. I will always be with you. Tristan: You were right. I don't know if life is greater than death. But love was more than either.
Isolde: Tristan, if we do this... Tristan: For all time they will say it was our love, brought down a kingdom. Remember us.
Lord Marke: Isolde, I was trying to explain to Tristan the importance of love. Seems he might live without it. Isolde: Why? Tristan: There are other things to live for: duty, honor. Isolde: But they are not life Tristan. They are the shells of life, and empty ones if in the end all they hold are days and days without love. Love is made by God. Ignore it and you suffer as you cannot imagine. Tristan: Then I will no longer live without it.
Isolde: What do you think became of them? Tristan: They were lives... just lived.
Isolde: I'm not permitted a single moment without mourning. I'm living with this, Tristan, as you said we must. Tristan: I live in torture thinking of these moments. With every look he gives you, I get sicker and sicker. There's a burning in me I feel on fire, and there's guilt and I can't comidify. Does it make you happy to know that? Isolde: The Roman Bridge, I can get to it without being seen, and I'd go there any time to be with you.
Lord Marke: Do you find no comfort in your home, these stearn walls that you helped build? Tristan: I find these walls a prison. Lord Marke: Why? Tristan: Everything I wanted seems meaningless.
Isolde: You risked your life to give me to another man. Tristan: You said your name was Bragnae. Why did you do that? Isolde: Oh, what have I done? Stop this, please, Tristan, say something. Tristan: I can't. I won you in my King's name. Isolde: But I'm your's. You touched me and I you. Tristan: It doesn't matter. Isolde: It's the only thing that matters, Tristan. Leave with me, I'll go anywhere!
Isolde: ... a child. Tristan: Will it be mine or his? Isolde: I'd have no way of knowing, would I?
Tristan: What's your name? Isolde: Oh, I think it's better if we don't bother with names. Tristan: How can I thank you if I don't have your name? Isolde: You just did. If you insist, my name is Bragnae. I'm a lady in waiting at the court. My parents are dead. My mother is the source of the kindness you find so puzzling. My father would've left you where you fell. Tristan: Tristan of Aragon. Isolde: Well Tristan of Aragon, I'd guess about you too, but I think I've already seen everything.
Lord Marke: What if she's a hag? Or what if she simply won't have me? Edyth: She'll have you. You're the prize.
Isolde: There she who bore you, brought you forth. Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death. Tristan: Ridiculous. Isolde: I happen to believe what this says. Don't you think there's more to life? Tristan: Than what? Isolde: Something more than duty and death.
Tristan: Come with me. Isolde: I can't. Tristan: Why not? Isolde: We both know this cannot be, Tristan. We knew it from the start. That doesn't mean it wasn't true, it is.
Isolde: And what of your parents? Tristan: They also died when I was a child. Isolde: From what? Tristan: A different type of Irish kindness.
Isolde: His heart falters. Bragnae: What are you doing? Isolde: He needs heat, now! Get your clothes off, quickly! Hurry! Quickly! Smell that? Smell the poison? When he warms, we need thistle and bark. Bragnae: I've not been naked with a man for 15 years.
Lord Marke: If we lose we could end up following Wictred. I'd need an infallible champion. Tristan: Me. Lord Marke: You are not yet healed. Tristan: Then this trip will be my tonic.
Isolde: I miss Ireland. Tristan: Isolde, this must end. Isolde: It's like asking me to stop breathing.
Aragon: A year younger than I was for my first. Young Tristan: When can I have a stag? Aragon: A stag? Young Tristan: Come on! Aragon: Tell me again what you said last week...
Tristan: You're promised? Isolde: Yes. Tristan: What's he like? Isolde: Dark. Tall. Nearly twice your size. An absolute gentleman.
King Donnchadh: Impressive victory. Of course, the man who defeats Morholt might be expected to triumph here. Tristan: On behalf of Cornwall, I offer your daughter a place on our throne. As royal of England. United behind one leader. King Donnchadh: Isolde. Perhaps it is just that he who took a husband, provides one. Isolde: I'm yours! King Donnchadh: No, Tristan of Aragon has won you on behalf of Lorde Marke of Cornwall.
