Melisande.
Why, where?—Oh, it is the crown that he gave me. It fell through my weeping.
Golaud.
A crown? Who gave you a crown?—I will try to get it…
Melisande.
No, no; I do not want it any more. I do not want it. I prefer to die at once…
Golaud.
I could recover it easily. The water is not very deep.
Melisande.
I do not want it any more. If you recover it, I shall throw myself in its place!…
Golaud.
No, no; I shall leave it there. Yet one could get it very easily. It appears very handsome.—Is it long since you fled?
Melisande.
Yes, yes… who are you?
Golaud.
I am Prince Golaud—grandson of King Arkel, the old King of Allemond.
Melisande.
Oh! you already have grey hair.
Golaud.
Yes, a few, here, by the temples.
Melisande.
And the beard too… Why do you look at me in that way?
Golaud.
I look at your eyes.—You never close our eyes?
Melisande.
Yes, I do. I close them at night.
Golaud.
Why do you wear such a look of surprise?
Melisande.
You are a giant.
Golaud.
I am a man like any other…
Melisande.
Why did you come here?
Golaud.
I do not know, myself. I was hunting in the forest. I followed a boar. I missed my way.—You look very young. How old are you?
Melisande.
I begin to feel cold…
Golaud.
Will you come with me?
Melisande.
No, no: I remain here…
Golaud.
You cannot remain alone. You cannot remain here all night… What is your name?
Melisande.
Melisande.
Golaud.
You cannot remain here, Melisande Come with me…
Melisande.
I stay here…
