PÉLLÉAS.

It is the other lighthouses.... Do you hear the sea?... It is the wind
rising.... Let us go down this way. Will you give me your hand?

MÉLISANDE.

See, see, my hands are full....

PÉLLÉAS.

I will hold you by the arm, the road is steep and it is very gloomy
there.... I am going away perhaps to-morrow....

MÉLISANDE.

Oh!... why do you go away? [_Exeunt._




ACT SECOND.




SCENE I.--_A fountain in the park.