heart is almost strangling me! Ah! how beautiful it is in the shadows!"
"There is some one behind us!" whispers Mélisande. Pelléas has heard
nothing. "I hear only your heart in the darkness." "I heard the
crackling of dead leaves," insists Mélisande. "A-a-h! he is behind a
tree!" she whispers. "Who?" "Golaud!--he has his sword!" "And I have
none!" cries Pelléas. "He does not know we have seen him," he cautions.
"Do not stir; do not turn your head.--He will remain there so long as he
thinks we do not know he is watching us.--He is still motionless.--Go,
go at once this way. I will wait for him--I will hold him back." "No,
no, no!" cries Mélisande.

"Go! go! he has seen everything!--He will kill us!"

"All the better! all the better!"

"He is coming!--Your mouth! your mouth!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

They kiss desperately.

"Oh, oh! All the stars are falling!" cries Pelléas.

"Upon me also!"

"Again! Again!--Give! give!"

"All! all! all!"

Golaud rushes upon them with drawn sword and kills Pelléas, who falls