Isolde:
His heart falters.
[Disrobes and cradles a naked, unconscious Tristan]
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.
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