Melisande.
Who is going to die?—Is it me?
Golaud.
You, you! and me, too, after you… And we must have the truth… We must at last have the truth, do you hear? Tell me all, tell me all. I forgive you everything…
Melisande.
Why am I about to die.—I did not know it…
Golaud.
You know it now! It is time, it is time… Quick! quick!… The truth, the truth!…
Melisande.
The truth…the truth…
Golaud.
Where are you?— Melisande! where are you?—It is not natural! Melisande! (Seeing Arkel and the physician of the door of the room.) Yes, yes, you can come back… I know nothing: it is useless… She is already far from us… I shall never know!… I shall die here like a blind man!…
Arkel.
What have you done? You will kill her…
Golaud.
I have killed her already…
Arkel.
Melisande…
Melisande.
Is it you, grandfather?
Arkel.
Yes, my daughter… What do you wish me to do?
Melisande.
Is it true that winter begins?
Arkel.
Why do you ask that?
Melisande.
Because it is cold and there are no more leaves…
Arkel.
You are cold?—Do you wish the windows closed?
Melisande.
No, no…until the sun is at the bottom of the sea.—It goes down slowly, then it is the winter that begins?
Arkel.
Yes.—You do not like the winter?
Melisande.
Oh, no. I am afraid of the cold.—Ah, I am afraid of the great colds…
Arkel.
Do you feel better?
Melisande.
Yes, yes; I no longer have all those anxieties…
Arkel.
Do you wish to see your child?
Melisande.
What child?
Arkel.
Your child, your little girl…
Melisande.
Where is she?
