ACT III.
SCENE I.
Melisande (at the window, as she combs her loosened hair).
My long hair hangs unto the base of the tower.
My hair awaits thee all the length of the tower.
And all the length of the day!
And all the length of the day!
Saint Daniel and Saint Michael.
Saint Michael and Saint Raphael,
I was born on a Sunday,
A Sunday at noon!
Pelléas.
Hola! Hola! Ho!
Melisande.
Who is there?
Pelléas.
Me, me, and me! What are you doing at the window singing like a bird that is not of this place?
Melisande.
I am arranging my hair for the night…
Pelléas.
It is that which I see on the wall! I thought that it was a ray of light…
Melisande.
I opened the window. It is too hot in the tower, it is fine to-night.
Pelléas.
There are innumerable stars; I have never seen so many as to-night;…but the moon is still on the sea… Do not remain in the shadow, Melisande, lean forward a little, that I may see your loosened hair.
Melisande.
I am frightful this way.
Pelléas.
Oh, Melisande! oh, how beautiful you are… You are beautiful thus… Lean over, lean over…let me come nearer to you…
Melisande.
I cannot come nearer to you… I am leaning over as much as I can…
Pelléas.
I cannot mount any higher…give me at least your hand to-night…before I go away…I start to-morrow…
Melisande.
No, no, no.
Pelléas.
But yes, yes: I go, I shall start to-morrow…give me your hand, your hand, your little hand on my lips…
Melisande.
I won't give you my hand if you go…
Pelléas.
Give, give, give…
Melisande.
You will not go?…
Pelléas.
I will wait. I will wait.
