the
moon on the forest. There are often strange reflections,... or else
something must have passed on the highway ... or in his sleep. For
see, see, I believe he is quite asleep....

YNIOLD _(at the window)._

Little father is there! little father is there!

PELLEAS _(going to the window)._

He is right; Golaud is coming into the courtyard....

YNIOLD.

Little father!... little father!... I am going to meet him!...
[_Exit, running,--A silence._

PELLEAS.

They are coming up the stair....

_Enter_ GOLAUD _and little_ YNIOLD _with a lamp._

GOLAUD.

You are still waiting in the dark?

YNIOLD.

I have brought a light, little mother, a big light!... [_He lifts
the lamp and looks at_ MELISANDE.] You have been weeping, little
mother?... You have been, weeping?... [_He lifts the lamp toward_
PELLEAS _and looks in turn at him._] You too, you too, you have been
weeping?... Little father, look, little father; they have both been
weeping....

GOLAUD.

Do not hold the light under their eyes so....

SCENE II.--_One of the towers of the castle.--watchman's round passes
under a window in the tower._

MELISANDE _(at the window, combing her unbound hair)._

My long locks fall foaming
To the threshold of the tower,--
My locks await your coming
All along the tower,
And all the long, long hour,
And all the long, long hour.

_Saint Daniel and Saint Michael,_
_Saint Michael and Saint Raphael._

I was born on a Sunday,
A Sunday at high noon....

_Enter_ PELLEAS _by the watchman's round._

PELLEAS.

Hola! Hola! ho!...

MELISANDE.

Who is there?

PELLEAS.

I, I, and I!... What art thou doing there at the window, singing like
a bird that is not native here?

MELISANDE.

I am doing my hair for the night...

PELLEAS.

Is it that I see upon the wall?... I thought you had some light....

MELISANDE.

I have opened the window; it is too hot in the tower.... It is
beautiful to-night....

PELLEAS.

There are innumerable stars; I have never seen so many as to-night;...
but the moon is still upon the sea.... Do not stay in the shadow,
Melisande; lean forward a little till I see your unbound hair....

MELISANDE.

I am frightful so....
[_She learn out at the window._

PELLEAS.

Oh! oh! Melisande!... oh, thou art beautiful!... thou art beautiful
so!... Lean out! lean out!