musicians of old

Chapter 728 "Death of Love"!!! (Part )

"Isolde! Princess!"

At this moment, a voice came from outside the castle door on the stage.

"Brangani's cry? What are you doing here?"

Kuvenal recognized the voice as that of the princess's maid.

"Don't block the door, Kuvenal! Where is Isolde?" the other sang again.

"Are you a traitor too? Curse you, you evil man!" Kuvenar said angrily.

The dilapidated door was opened in a short while.

"Back off, you fool!" a soldier in the crowd sang.

"Ouch!? Tristan!?"

Mellot was the first to rush to the bed. He raised his hand holding the edict, but it froze in the air.

He saw the outline of a person wrapped in clothes, and the figure vaguely resembled Tristan. He froze in shock.

“Hahahaha, today, I’m going to knock you down!” Kuvenar’s angry laughter echoed in the theater. “Go to hell, you traitor!”

The drum beats and string music symbolizing doom and tragedy rang out, and he raised his sword and killed Merlot, who was completely unprepared from behind!

It was so exciting, my God, so exciting. This wonderful musical lasted nearly four hours and was approaching its climax. The audiences were soaked in sweat.

There were many ladies who had fainted during the intermission, now unwillingly returned to their seats in the second row!

"Kuvenal, are you crazy? Listen, you are betraying yourself!!" Brownganni's mezzo-soprano voice was drowned out by the noisy hooves and leather boots of the large group of people.

"Unfaithful maid!" Kuvenar shouted angrily with red eyes, and waved his arm at the guards behind him, instructing them to form a defensive formation, "Everyone come here, follow me! Fight them off!"

"Stop it, crazy man!"

King Mark's majestic voice burst out from the back of the stage.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"Death is rampant here!" There was only hatred in Kuvenar's eyes.

The master Tristan is dead, and the lovers are destined to be separated forever. What else is the point?

"Your Majesty, there is nothing else here! If this is what you want, come here!"

"Back off, you lunatic!"

The king kept dodging while he was shouting, because Kuvenal had completely fallen into the madness of revenge!

The tight counterpoint of the band's various parts made it hard to breathe, and for a moment the stage was filled with clanging sounds.

The king was attacked and his guards had to block with swords. Even though the king had given orders, the opponent's moves were deadly and ignored their own defense!

Swords have no eyes! - In the chaos, many people were stabbed by swords one after another, some soldiers died on the spot, and Kuvenar also had several fatal wounds! This loyal attendant was finally subdued by the crowd, his sword was broken into several pieces, his arms were held, and he was forced to kneel on the ground.

The accompanying doctor immediately tried to stop the bleeding for him, but the wound to the aorta could not be stopped at all, and blood was flowing on the ground for a while!

"Isolde! Master! Luck and salvation! What did I see? Ha! You are still alive!" Brownganni bent down and crawled to Isolde's side in the chaos.

"Oh! Lies and madness! Tristan, where are you?" The king shook his head repeatedly at the tragedy before him.

"He lies here where I lie," Isolde sang with sobs.

"Tristan! Tristan! My best friend, don't blame me! Your most loyal friend will go with you!" Kuvenal, the brave and loyal knight's squire next to him, also died of excessive blood loss.

King Mark squatted down, uncovered the corner of the clothes covering Tristan's body, turned his head to look at the dead Melotte and Kuvenal on the other side, and pounded the ground heavily and sighed! !

"They're all dead, all dead!

My hero, Tristan! The most loyal companion!

Even today, you have to betray your friend?

He came here just to see your loyalty?

Wake up! Wake up! I'm calling you!

You are unfaithful, my most loyal friend!"

Here first there is a short solo aria from King Mark. He regretted a few days ago and changed his mind. He wanted to help Tristan and Isolde get together, but things went against his wishes. The tragedy and misfortune spread to more and more people!

The decree of pardon that had long since fallen from Mellot's hands had never been opened by anyone.

"Isolde, Princess! Hear my confession!

I told the king the secret of the potion, and he set sail in haste, filled with anxiety.

Come to you, come to fulfill you! Come to bring you your lover! "The maid Brown Ganni joined in the regretful aria.

"Why, Isolde, why do you do this to me?

When she revealed to me what I had never understood before, how happy I was to find that my friend had been absolved of guilt!

I hoisted the full sail and chased you quickly, in order to marry you to this noble man. But how could I have expected such reckless and hasty misfortune!

I have now added sacrifices to the god of death, adding to this madness and misfortune!" In King Mark's aria, this tragic play with a strong medieval color basically came to its gloomy and thought-provoking ending!

"Can't you hear us, Isolde? Dear, can't you hear your faithful servant?" Brown Gane fell to her knees and sang, weeping.

The orchestra suddenly burst out with the "Tristan Chord" and "Desire Motive" again - the violin group used unresolved chord glissando to metaphor the pain of soul-tearing, while the oboe and English horn intertwined to create an endless spiral melody!

at last!

The greatest and most shocking finale of the entire opera, Isolde's soprano solo is about to arrive!

Since will and representation constitute the entire real world, all nature, things, and human behavior are merely objectifications of different levels, just like the confrontation between pairs of forces such as "power and desire", "day and night", "hatred and love", "betrayal and loyalty" in "Tristan and Isolde".

Now that the tragedy has been completed.

Then the next task is to raise the final profound and dangerous questioning of the destructive energy contained in unrestricted love, and to expand it to the broader scope of all matters concerning the conflict between desire and free will!

In other words, "The Death of Tristan", "The Death of Melotte", "The Death of Kuvenal". After the passing of each living individual and the death of a character with specific meaning, the final outcome is - Isolde and her "Death of Love"!!!

The poignant orchestral prelude and harmony enveloped the entire sound field of the Arc Theater.

More than ten artists of modern schools actually felt that they smelled "the sweet smell of rust and irises"; a bishop-level clergyman wrote in his notebook with trembling hands, "I saw a vision of golden bees flying in my blood vessels. This is definitely not the joy of the world!"

Ice-blue moonlight descended from the dome of the theater, and the scenery behind the stage slowly unfolded a new picture.

To be precise, it is not a painting, but a flame!

A flame that is dynamic and realistic, with a tangible burning heat, and can obviously burn everything to ashes, but it carries a kind of "transcendent tranquility"!

“How softly and quietly he smiled.

How kind and sweet are his open eyes."

Finally, the human voice enters.

Isolde, who was in the center of the stage, closed her eyes, pressed her hands on her chest, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks!