'What now?', asked Morold. 'Will you own yourself beaten? You can see for yourself by this that you should never plead an unjust cause. The wrongness of your case is now clearly revealed. If you wish to live, think how it can be done, while you still have the time. For believe me, Tristan, your plight must irrevocably end in your death! Unless I alone avert it you will never be cured by man or woman - the sword that has wounded you is bated with deadly poison! No physician or medical skill can save you from this pass, save only my sister Isolde, Queen of Ireland. She is versed in herbs of many kinds, in the virtues of all plants, and in the art of medicine. She alone knows the secret, and no other in the world. If she does not heal you, you will be past all healing. If you will listen to me and admit your liability for tribute, I will get my sister the Queen herself to cure you. I will share all I have with you in friendship and deny you nothing fancy.'

Gottfried's Tristan