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| | Arnold's "Tristram and Iseult" (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-20) |
 | | She who, as they voyaged, quaff'd With Tristram that spiced magic draught, Which since then for ever rolls Through their blood, and binds their souls, Working love, but working teen?-- There were two Iseults who did sway Each her hour of Tristram's day; But one possess'd his waning time, The other his resplendent prime. |
 | | This is what my mother said should be, When the fierce pains took her in the forest, The deep draughts of death, in bearing me. "Son," she said, "thy name shall be of sorrow; Tristram art thou call'd for my death's sake." So she said, and died in the drear forest. |
 | | The children, and the grey-hair'd seneschal, Her women, and Sir Tristram's aged hound, Are there the sole companions to be found. |
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