here....

GOLAUD.

But something has happened? You must be hiding something from me?...
Tell me the whole truth, Melisande.... Is it the King?... Is it my
mother?... Is it Pelleas?...

MELISANDE.

No, no; it is not Pelleas. It is not anybody.... You could not
understand me....

GOLAUD.

Why should I not understand?... If you tell me nothing, what will you
have me do?... Tell me everything and I shall understand everything.

MELISANDE.

I do not know myself what it is.... I do not know just what it is....
If I could tell you, I would tell you.... It is something stronger
than I....

GOLAUD.

Come; be reasonable, Melisande.--What would you have me do?--You are
no longer a child.--Is it I whom you would leave?

MELISANDE.

Oh! no, no; it is not that.... I would go away with you.... It is
here that I can live no longer.... I feel that I shall not live a long
while....

GOLAUD.

But there must be a reason nevertheless. You will be thought mad.
It will be thought child's dreams.--Come, is it Pelleas, perhaps?--I
think he does not often speak to you.

MELISANDE.

Yes, yes; he speaks to me sometimes. I think he does not like me; I
have seen it in his eyes.... But he speaks to me when he meets me....

GOLAUD.

You must not take it ill of him. He has always been so. He is a little
strange. And just now he is sad; he thinks of his friend Marcellus,
who is at the point of death, and whom he cannot go to see.... He will
change, he will change, you will see; he is young....

MELISANDE.

But it is not that ... it is not that....

GOLAUD.

What is it, then?--Can you not get used to the life one leads here?
Is it too gloomy here?--It is true the castle is very old and very
sombre.... It is very cold, and very deep. And all those who dwell in
it, are already old. And the country may seem gloomy too, with all
its forests, all its old forests without light. But that may all be
enlivened if we will. And then, joy, joy, one does not have it every
day; we must take things as they come. But tell me something; no
matter what; I will do everything you could wish....

MELISANDE.

Yes, yes; it is true.... You never see the sky here. I saw it for the
first time this morning....

GOLAUD.

It is that, then, that makes you weep, my poor Melisande?--It is only
that, then?--You weep, not to see the sky?--Come, come, you are no
longer at the age when one may weep for such things.... And then, is
not the summer yon