王者之心

优秀的叙述者能把最狗血的故事讲成史诗。蹩脚的叙述者则相反。

这片子开头还算正常，不久就开始KUSO——男主角在战场上中毒倒地，自以为死期将近，于是他那个后来成了一次性反派的表兄弟（表兄弟倒是长得还不错，小辫子萌）毫不犹豫地立即把他水葬并焚尸了，都没想到要让他养父（他叔叔，中文标题里那个王）见上尸体最后一面……好吧就当这是当地风俗吧。然后被当作尸体的男主角就这么躺在一艘且行且烧的小木船上，从不列颠漂到了爱尔兰……这是什么技术水准啊！你们拍的真是古装片而不是科幻片么！

故事真正的KUSO就是从这里开始的，男主角一漂到爱尔兰，女主角就心灵感应了，于是，从原本是为抗婚约决定离家出走的脑残女主角在海滩上发现了更加脑残的男主角、立即发情把他拖回自己的秘密基地扒光（他的和自己的）衣服玩人体温暖还逼着“十五年没碰过男人了”的女仆参与3P开始，电影院里就充满了笑声，以及散场后据我目测不满三岁的一名儿童时不时发出的惨烈哭声。顺便说一句，那时候所谓未婚少女应该最大不会大过十八岁吧，女主角的俩眼袋一点说服力都没有……当然，更没有说服力的是她和男主角的长相，看这俩人特写来特写去的你侬我侬很伤视神经……强尼那样的我也不奢求日日能见，但无论怎么说，玩言情也至少要有娜塔丽波曼和奥兰多开花的水准吧口古月！

然后男主角代表叔叔去向女主角求婚——诶这剧情怎么这么眼熟来着，哦想起来了，这电影的原作是瓦格纳（可尼伯龙根的指环电影版里至少伯伦希尔很有型！）——接着求婚成功，男女主角就此从私订终身转型为婚外情，然后被叔叔发现，其过程之脑残不堪一一而叙，顺便我们还歪出来不少男主角和叔叔之间的基情……叔叔国王又有气度又英俊（而且最后也没死），真是个好人TAT

总之，这个故事最后告诉我们，要成为一个优秀的王，就要敢于戴绿帽子（至于让王戴了绿帽子的男主角，最后当然还是死翘翘了），就要比起女人，更重视你亲爱的基友们。而王者之心，就是敢于戴绿帽子的宽容之心，有了这样的宽容之心，自会有感激涕零的奸夫在关键时刻扔下淫妇回头是岸为你而死，而你的王者事业也因此前途坦荡永垂不朽……完了。

如果这最后的船

是带你到大海尽头的天边

亲爱的 那你告诉我

告诉我那里离爱尔兰有多远

用我生命剩下的所有的时间

够不够

赶在风吹散骨灰之前再一次贴近你的脸

贴近我这一生唯一的爱恋

是死亡的假象把你带到爱尔兰

带进我的温暖

如今它又抢在我之前赶上你的船

似乎看不见我哭在你胸前的鲜血

我深爱的特里斯坦

把我的脸再一次放进你的眼

深情听我呢喃

无论你到哪里

我的心都在你身边

我们两个的爱是我读给你听的经卷

是在火光里映出的你抚过的我的脸

我深爱的特里斯坦

可记得上次你离开时大海深深吻过沙滩

海浪荡走你来时的船

我哭而不能遮挽

可笑当时没跟你说出我真实的名字

加重你我生命与爱的患难

那个我要称之为父亲的阴险君王

那些背信弃义最后头颅掉进护城河的小人

他们假装成命运

为人间的悲剧加冕

又将蓄谋已久的战火和灾难带上大不列颠

而那血腥的月满之夜

本是大不列颠世代相传的最美好的节

不管怎样

那些都已经在身后

死与活 都不比爱更多

这夜幕仍深的海边

只我们 我们的爱在一起

拿我的泪融着你的血

深深吻你

深深埋我的脸在你的胸前

就像我们谁也不会死

谁也不曾离开爱尔兰

2007.6.25晚 观影有感 片名《王者之心》

My face in thine eye,thine in mine appears.And true plain hearts do in he faces rest; Wh ere can we find two better hemispheres. Without sharp North, without declining West? Wha tever dies was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one , or thou and I. Love so alike that none do slacken.

你撒了一个谎，就要用另一个谎来圆这个谎，于是，你撒的谎越来越多，直到最后，你也无法承受。你崩溃。或逃离。
为什么要等一切都无法挽回了再后悔当初的抉择，你以为你可以很高尚，可是爱情始终是自私的。
他每看她一眼，你的心中都会涌起无限的仇恨，爱的妒火，几乎将你焚为灰烬。
可是他，是那么的让你爱戴，是那么的伟岸，是那么的光辉耀人，他是你的偶像，你的目标，甚至你心目中的父亲……
她，又是那么的活泼可爱，娇媚撩人，她好像挂在树梢的弯月，俏美动人……
可是，因为你的判断失误，你差点失去了两样你最珍视的爱。你并没有失去，只是他们都变得残缺，不再完美，也许这就是维纳斯的美吧。
我想我是受西方文明毒害的牺牲品，在这个充满欺骗、谎言，自圆其说的虚假世界里根本找不到我所期待的东西，“我所追求的，现在已经没有任何意义。”不断的有人对我说，“你的心，值几个钱”这种简单的换算来衡量价值，我想现在这个社会，没有尊严，所谓标榜的尊严不过就是金钱、权利标注的价格数字，这是个荒凉务实过于现实的世界，韩信，这等小人被人歌颂，项羽，这斯贵族气脉再无用武之地，威武不能屈，贫贱不能移，嗟来之食再无回绝的勇气。“差距”，单纯的技术也就罢了，文化、文明、教育，唉，几辈再无可能在这片土地有骑士精神。

第二次剑刺来的时候我迎了上去，让它对准第一次的伤口。

那是我的痛处，曾经鲜血淋淋，你用爱包扎了它。

你给我疗伤时我就预感还会受伤，命中注定，我不打算逃了。

爱情魔药吗？我从没喝过。你喝了吗？

我们的故事太简单了，我替别人为你决斗却赢得了你。不可思议，后人都这么说，是呀，可我们本意并非如此。

潮湿的爱尔兰，晨雾迷失了我的心。

我杀了你的情人，战场上我是赢家。我赢了却也受到重创，受了只有爱情才能愈合的伤。失去爱情，伤口就会流血，就像现在一样，锯齿般的伤口，鲜血淋漓，浸湿了床。

我不在乎死，可你出于怜悯收留了我，因为你不知道我的名字。我告诉你我叫坦特里斯，你爱上了坦特里斯。

“假如我是特里斯坦你会怎么样？”我有一天这样问你，你的脸色苍白，拿起了一把匕首。你完全有权利杀我，我迎向匕首，深吸一口气，在闭上眼睛之前我笑了。

等我睁开眼睛时，你已放下匕首握住了我的手。我觉得自己像个孩子，不是英雄，不是勇士，也不是情人，只是躺在大床上的小孩儿，世界围着他转，如梦如幻，悠悠荡荡。

房间很高，蓝色。钴蓝色。有橘黄的炉火，你碧绿的眼睛。爱情的颜色让人目眩神迷无法忘怀，现在，躺在这里，血已把床单浸成褐色，而我满眼却是钴蓝、橘黄、碧绿、一个躺在大床上的小男孩儿。

你在哪里?

沉默。你在我旁边坐下。这会儿你是强者，我双膝无力。你轻轻抚摩我的手，似乎在触摸我的灵魂。在那之前，一回回战役，一次次负伤，都让我更清楚我是谁，我是特里斯坦。现在，我的名字消失了，我自己也消失了，只有一个失魂落魄的男人。

在起锚返回康沃尔时，你出来了，站在一块窄窄的岩石上，我们望着彼此，渐行渐远，远到只有我们才能分辨哪里是岩石哪里是船哪里是人。

海茫茫，天到了尽头。

后来马克王派我来迎你成亲。

你说你要杀死我。

我再一次迎向匕首，你再一次丢下匕首。

你的侍女端来饮料，我知道你想毒死我。康沃尔的峭壁下，马克王在船上等候我们的到来，我一饮而尽，等待命运的安排。侍女给的是水。你喝了却倒下了，我奔过去抱住你，这时水手们落下了锚船倾向一侧，我第一次把你抱在怀里，你唤我的名字：“特里斯坦。”

我应了：“伊索尔德”

伊索尔德。那时起我的世界只有你了。

我们在夜晚才活过来，你窗口的火烛是我的信号，点燃时我藏秘，熄灭时我就来找你——穿过隐秘的门、幽暗的走廊、禁行的楼梯，不顾恐惧和操守，我进入了你，你包容了我。在床上我们可以昏睡可以做梦，侍女的哀哭也只是小鸟和小狗在叫。我从不愿醒来。白天我是死的，阳光不能给我温暖。只有在这里，没有太阳，没有时间，我们才是自由的，囚禁在彼此的身体里，我们自由了。

我的朋友梅洛特设下圈套时，我想我是知道的。我盼望死神，正如我的身体渴望爱情。让死神走近我正如你走近我。你渗入我的伤口循着我的血液回游到我的心脏，你在我的身体里流动，让我在你臂弯中像处子一样赧然羞红，你在我的心跳里，在我的体液里，在我的骨肉里，如果我割开自己，伤口里流出来的是你，只要血还在流，你又会重回我的心里。

那场混战中，马克王发现了我们，我死守住门口让你逃走。之后，我和梅洛特拔剑相向，那是我的朋友，我信任的朋友，我扔下剑，扑向他的剑锋，剑从肋骨下穿入还未愈合的伤口，撕裂了。

我醒来后发现我在这里，隔着大海，在我自己的城堡里，是仆人护卫我来的。他说已派人去接你，海上该有船帆了吧？它该像爱一样疾驰不是吗？仆人爬到了瞭望塔上，海上没有船帆。

我把手伸进伤口里，她的名字从我指间滴落：伊索尔德，你在哪里？



特里斯坦，我也没有喝那东西。没有什么爱情魔药，只有爱，我喝下的是你。

特里斯坦，醒一醒，别死。让我们分享完黑夜，明早再一起死。

他的目光已经空洞，他的呼吸已经停止。我最初看见他的时候，他就是这样平静，苍白。我用吻给他注入生命，他永远不会知道了。

特里斯坦，这世界的存在只是让我们找到彼此，世界正在消失，海潮吞没陆地，我的脉搏随着你一起衰竭，死亡会把我们从分离的折磨中解救出来，我不能和你分开，我就是你。

这世界空无一物，是爱造就了它。

当世界烟消云散。

只有爱还在。

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以上是Jeanette Winterson写的Some wounds never heal，我已经尽力了，但原文那种悲伤和绝望的味道还是没翻出来。

Tristan & Isolde的传说起源于中世纪，头一个版本是苏格兰国王Talorc的儿子Drust从海盗手里救的一位公主，父子同时爱上她。

故事传到威尔士，Drust变成了Drystan，爱上了他的叔叔March国王（March的意思是屁股的耳朵，反正他身体有残疾就对了）的王后Essyllt。

十三世纪，一个英国作家让Tristan加入了圆桌骑士，他自幼被送往法兰西，在战斗中中了矛毒前往爱尔兰救治，在那里得到安格西Iseult公主的治疗，他教她弹竖琴，后因种种原因被驱逐。之后他替舅父玛尔克王向Iseult求婚，为安格西王打败敌人，甚至连安格西王也希望他娶自己的女儿，但那个傻瓜为了遵守诺言而将她带回与舅父结婚。之后他凭借自己的勇猛获得了许多荣誉，引起玛尔克王的妒恨和陷害，这对情人的关系也历经磨难，Tristan被迫结婚，不过他始终忠于Iseult，对妻子守之以礼。后来Tristan误会Iseult变心以致癫狂在旷野游荡，她以为他已死而差点自刎……最后他终于带她去了英格兰，可以执手偕老了，却在聆听爱人弹竖琴的时候，被情敌谋杀。一个有趣的事情是，那时的人显然相信爱情必须借助魔力来催发，所以Iseult的陪嫁就是有爱情魔药，他们俩为误饮付出了一生。

这种爱情模式也套在亚瑟王身上，就是著名的Lancelot和Guinevere的爱情，在早期的版本中这两人挺清白，后不断流传中才添了桃色，甚至红过了Tristan和Iseult，到19世纪，它被德国剧作家Richard Wagner改编成歌剧Tristan and Isolde。

有兴趣的可以去这里看整个故事随时代的演绎：
http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/tristan.html

Tristan & Isolde凄美哀婉，它感动过很多同病相怜的艺术家，Wagner肯定是一个，Jeanette Winterson也应该是吧（反正看她的文章，就觉得她经历过的坎坷肯定不止一次），还有好莱坞大导演Ridley Scott，当年，当两个剧本摆在他面前的时候，他选择了《异形》，功成名就。

20多年后，大约一直午夜梦回念念不能忘，终于把这个中世纪爱情故事搬上了银幕。

这部片子让人想起First Knight，又名: 第一武士 / 剑侠风流 / 第一骑士 / 剑侠柔情，Sean Connery和Richard Gere这两个好莱坞不同年代第一小生联手演绎Lancelot和Guinevere的故事，也非常好看，不输这部。
http://www.douban.com/subject/1299363/

先看评论再看电影完全左右了我的心情，James Franco确实一副很少出太阳的忧郁表情，和很早逝的James Dean一个模子，James Dean我只看过一部，他真的从头到尾一个表情，居然火得不行。巧合的是James Franco还出演过James Dean。
http://www.douban.com/subject/1866354/


附守望灯塔原文，有兴趣可以看看，别忘了准备面巾纸。

Some wounds never heal

Jeanette Winterson

The second time the sword went in, I aimed it at the place of the first.
I am weak there─the place where I had been found out before. My weakness was skinned over by your love.
I knew when you healed me that the wound would open again. I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.
The love-potion? I never drank it. Did you?

Our story is so simple. I went to bring you back for someone else, and won you for myself. Magic, they all said later, and it was, but not the kind that can be brewed.

We were in Ireland. Was there ever a country so damp? I had to write out my mind to think clearly. I was a morning mist of confusion.
You had a lover. I killed him. It was war and your man was on the losing side. As I killed him, he fatally wounded me; that is, he gave me the wound that only love could repair. Love lost, and the wound would be as bloody as ever. As bloody as now,

bed-soaked and jagged.

I didn't care about dying. But you took me in out of pity because you didn't know my name. I told you it was Tantrist, and as Tantrist you loved me.
'What if I was Tristan?' I asked you one day, and I watched you grow pale, and take a dagger. You had every right to kill me.

I turned my throat to you, Adam's apple twitching slightly, but before I closed my eyes, I smiled.

When I opened them again, you had put down the dagger and you were holding my hand. I felt like a little child, not a hero, not a warrior, not a lover, only a boy in a big bed, the day turning round him, dreamy and slow.
The room was high and blue. Cobalt blue. There was an orange fire. Your eyes were green. Lost in the colours of our love I never forgot them, and now, lying here, where the sheets are brown with my blood, it is blue and orange and green I remember.

A little boy in a big bed.
Where are you?

We said nothing. You sat beside me. You were the strong one. I couldn't stand up. Holding my hand, and stroking it gently with your finger and thumb, you touched in me another world. Until then, through wounds and wreck, I had been sure of myself.

I was Tristan. Now, my name gone backwards, I went backwards myself, unraveling into strands of feeling. This stranded man.
When it was time for me to sail back to Cornwall, you came out and stood on a narrow rock, and we watched each other so far that only we two knew what was rock or boat or human.
The sea was empty. The sky was shut.

Then King Marke sent me to fetch you to be his wife.
You said you wanted to kill me.
Again I opened my body to you. Again you dropped the blade.

When your servant brought the drink I knew you intended to poison me. Under the cliffs of Cornwall, the King in his boat ready to meet us, I drank the water, because that's what it was. Your servant had given me water. You drank too, and fell to the floor, and I went to catch you and hold you as the men dropped anchor and the ship lurched. You were in my arms for the first time, and you said my name, 'Tristan.'
I answered you: 'Isolde.'
Isolde. The world became a word.

We lived for the night. The torch in your window was my signal. When it was lit, I stayed away. When you extinguished it, I came to you─secret doors, dark corridors, forbidden stairs, brushing aside fear and propriety like cobwebs. I was inside you. You contained me. Together, in bed, we could sleep, we could dream, and if we heard your servant's mournful cry, we called it a bird or a dog. I never wanted to wake. I had no use for the day. The light was a lie. Only here, the sun killed,
and time's hands bound, were we free. Imprisoned in each other, we were free.

When my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full face, as I had turned to love with my whole body.?I would let death enter me as you had entered me. You had crept along my blood vessels through the wound, and the blood that circulates returns to the heart. You circulated me, you made me blush like a girl in the hoop of your hands. You were in my arteries and my lymph, you were the colour just under my skin, and if I cut myself, it was you I bled. Red Isolde, alive on my fingers, and always the force of blood pushing you back to my heart.

In the fight when Marke found us, I fought at the door until you escaped. Then I face Melot at last, my friend, my trusted friend, and I held my sword at him, red with blood. As he lifted his sword against me, I threw mine down and ran his through my body, at the bottom of my ribs. The skin, still shy of healing, opened at once.
When I woke, I was here, in my own castle, across the sea, carried and guarded by my servant. He told me he had sent for you, yes surely there was a sail? I could see it swift as love. He climbed into the watchtower, but there was no sail.
I put my hand into the bloody gap at the bottom of my ribs. Her name drips through my fingers: Isolde.
Where are you?





Tristan, I didn't drink it either. There was no love-potion, only love. It was you I drank.
Tristan, wake up. Don't die of the wound. Divide the night with me, and die together in the morning.
His eye is pale, his breathing is still. When I first saw him, he was still and pale, and I kissed him into life, though he never knew that was the art I used.
Tristan, the world was made so that we could find each other in it. Already the world is fading, returning to the sea. My pulse ebbs with yours. Death frees us from the torment of parting. I cannot part with you. I am you.
The world is nothing. Love formed it.
The world vanishes without trace.
What is left is love.

总体还说还是值得一看。喜欢中世纪（除血型之外的）一切风格，只是感情有点太拖沓，有些台词，特别是女主角的，还不若没有强。

Tristan and Isolde是和罗密欧与朱丽叶齐名的悲剧，而且比后者出现还要早。只是中文“王者之心”翻译的比较ＢＴ。
这部缠绵悱恻的三幕歌剧改编自中世纪德国诗人斯特拉斯布洛的同名叙事诗，主题是情欲、爱和死亡，影片参照了长诗和歌剧的基本故事格局与主题

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"Before Romeo and Juliet, There was Tristan and Isolde..."

片子拍的非常古典 完全没有预告片里背景的Going under所渲染出的味道
所以最好先看2个版本的Trailer 会衍生出许多不同的感觉

一个男人的悲剧
武功极佳且英勇聪敏 本来有可能成为国王 留名历史
对一个女子的悲恋 断送一切
游荡在那个成为他养父妻子的女人周围 终日魂不守舍
面对她的面容 几乎不能言语 眼睛里从此充满雾水
最终战死

一个女人的悲剧
美丽善良的王后 被两个男人疯爱
深爱上自己辛苦救回来的男人
看着拼命搏杀的爱人是替别人赢得自己
用无数眼泪和细语换回的片刻温存
被火焰和兵器吞没 心碎于人前

那些贪婪于权力的人利用两人来达到自己的目的
他们无力的面对愤怒指责的人们
但被那个同时爱他们的男人所救
却还是臣服于无法逃脱的宿命


初见
Tristan: What's your name?
Isolde: Oh, I think it's better if we don't bother with names.

分离
Tristan: Come with me. Come with me!
Isolde: I can't!
Tristan: Why not? Please!
Isolde: Tristan, we both know this can't be, we've known it from the start. That doesn't mean it isn't true, it is, it just cannot be. I want to know that you're alive somewhere thinking of me from time to time. I want to know that there's more to this life and I can't know that if they kill you. Please! Go.

返回的船上
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 thing, 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 knew.
Tristan: It doesn't matter.
Isolde: It's the only thing that matters, Tristan. Leave with me, I'll go anywhere!
Tristan: Your marriage will end a hundred years of bloodshed.
Isolde: [crying] My marriage to *another* man!
Tristan: Isode, we will live with this, we must.

婚礼上
Isolde: If things were different, if we lived in a place without duty, would you be with me?
Tristan: That place does not exist.
Isolde: [sobs] I'll pretend it's you.

表白
Isolde:I'm leaving with this, Tristan, as you said we must.
Tristan[to Isolde]: I live in torture, thinking of these moments. With every look he gives you, I get sicker and sicker. There is a burning in me I feel on fire, and there's guilt I can't comidify. Does it make you happy to know that?

秘密幽会中
Isolde: How many have you loved before me?
Tristan: None.
Isolde: And after me?
Tristan: None.

面对国王的疑惑
Tristan: [to Lord Marke] She is loyal to you. I am sure of it.

坦白
Lord Marke: [on the affair] How long?
Isolde: Since you thought he was dead.

被解救后，面对爆发的侵略
Isolde: ...if we do this.
Tristan: Our love will be forever remembered as brought down a kingdom. Remember us.

最终
Isolde: Know that I love you Tristan. Wherever you go, whatever you see. I'll be there with you.
[His Last Words]
Tristan: You were right. Life is greater than death. And love is greater than either.

中影在引进这部片子的时候，把片名给改了。《特里斯坦和伊索尔德》变成了《王者之心》，这一改，就莫名其妙了。王者之心，摆明了主角是康沃尔国王马克，但在这个故事里，马克国王从来都是个配角，他和伊索尔德的婚姻，是造就这一个爱情故事流传千年的背景。发行方的考虑也许是特里斯坦和伊索尔德不为大多数国人所知，搞两个读起来都不顺溜的名字，不如来个四平八稳的，有王者，有勇士，有美女，有奸情，够刺激，好，票房大卖。
其实这个故事，早在1930年，朱光潜先生就有译本行市，译名为《愁斯丹和伊瑟》，由开明书店出版，后又有罗新璋先生的译本，名字叫《特里斯当与伊瑟》，1992年由人民文学社出版。而在西方，这个故事的流传，更是自12世纪起就有了，行吟诗人们吟诵在英法海峡之间，挑起了多少骑士与贵妇的情丝。它最早流传于古代不列颠和爱尔兰的凯尔特人中，贝罗尔在1160年就写成《特里斯当传奇》，近代学者约瑟夫.贝迪耶用他的版本写成了一个完整故事，于1910出版，遂成定本。朱光潜的译本就是用的这个底本。
特里斯坦和伊索尔德的故事，几乎成了中世纪爱情的缩影。爱情可以让一切东西让道，包括种族、家国、忠诚、友谊、君臣父子、夫妇人伦，在爱情的面前，这些都不足一提。越是阻碍重重，爱情越是光芒万丈，在黑暗的中世纪，它给了听众对光明的向往。
假设一下，如果特里斯坦娶了伊索尔德，那会是一个什么样子？都不用去想这个问题。平凡的婚姻，是锻造不出这样的史诗悲剧的，所以马克国王注定是一个千年男配，他失去一只手救下的男孩，是他一手塑成的。他的那只失去的手，便是三人的命运之手。特里斯坦和伊索尔德，必得在这样的国仇家恨情愁之中，才能把爱情写得那么无可奈何。
关于药酒，那是传唱者给他们的行为找的理由，饮不饮药酒，他们都必将相爱，背叛一切可以背叛的原则。在电影中，药酒被删了。很好，现代人不那么假装害羞，爱就爱了，偷就偷了，我们会得接受。但对中世纪的听众那个脆弱的小心肝来说，药酒非饮不可。他们并且把药力设定了一个时间限制，三年。三年之后，药力消退，爱情逝去，光彩不再。三年的设定，让药酒的功效再一次得到肯定一定以及确定，它让特里斯坦和伊索尔德的爱情避免了卫道士的抨击，它让爱情有土地可以萌发，有天空可以飞翔，有心灵可以触碰，有青春可以放肆。听众等着药力消退后两人恢复理智，又有什么狗血情节可以编造。可是古时的诗人是浪漫的拥护者和制造者，他们挑战的是黑暗的宗教和世俗的平凡，他们不是ＴＶＢ和韩剧的婆婆妈妈们，他们容不得歌颂中的爱情出现这样的事，因此特里斯坦死了，伊索尔德不知所终。爱情必将永存。
特里斯坦和伊索尔德的故事，贯穿整个西方历史，它是浪漫主义的代名词，历代画家喜欢的题材。沃特豪斯John William Waterhouse（1849-1917）画过，比亚兹莱（Aubrey Beardsley,1872~1898）画过，不约而同，他们都把重点放在了饮下药酒这一场景上。喜欢这个故事的人可以说，他们身不由己。但这个身不由己，其实是人们对爱情的向往和肯定。藉着这个借口，他们可以爱得肆无忌惮。也许谁都希望把毒药当春药饮下，去赴一场以生命为代价的爱情盛宴。

　　I wonder, by my troth, what you and I

　　Did, till we loved? Where we not weaned till then,

　　But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?

　　Or snorted we in the seven sleepers’ den?

　　‘Twas so; But this, all pleasures fancies be.

　　If ever any beauty I did see,

　　Which I desired, and got, ‘twas but a dream of thee.



　　And now good morrow to our waking souls,

　　Which watch not one another out of fear;

　　For love all love of other sights controls,

　　And makes one little room an everywhere.

　　Let sea-discovers to new worlds have gone,

　　Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,

　　Let us posses one world; each hath one, and is one.



　　My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,

　　And true plain hearts do in he faces rest;

　　Where can we find two better hemispheres

　　Without sharp North, without declining West?

　　Whatever dies was not mixed equally;

　　If our two loves be one, or thou and I

　　Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.