Isolde: (Badly wounded after saving Arthur's life in a swordfight) I'm sorry.
Tristan: Shh.
Isolde: Our dreams...
Tristan: Isolde, don't.
Isolde: I wish...
Tristan: I wish, too.
Isolde: Hold me.
(She dies in his arms. He kisses her and cries)
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