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 Michaël,_ _Saint Michaël and Saint Raphaël._ I was born on a Sunday, A Sunday at high noon.... _Enter_ PÉLLÉAS _by the watchman's round._ PÉLLÉAS. Holà! Holà! ho!... MÉLISANDE. Who is there? PÉLLÉAS. I, I, and I!... What art thou doing there at the window, singing like a bird that is not native here? MÉLISANDE. I am doing my hair for the night... PÉLLÉAS. Is it that I see upon the wall?... I thought you had some light.... MÉLISANDE. I have opened the window; it is too hot in the tower.... It is beautiful to-night.... PÉLLÉAS. 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, Mélisande; lean forward a little till I see your unbound hair.... MÉLISANDE. I am frightful so.... [_She learn out at the window._ PÉLLÉAS. Oh! oh! Mélisande!... oh, thou art beautiful!... thou art beautiful so!... Lean out! lean out!... Let me come nearer thee.... MÉLISANDE I cannot come nearer thee.... I am leaning out as far as I can.... PÉLLÉAS. I cannot come up higher;... give me at least thy hand to-night ... before I go away.... I leave to-morrow.... MÉLISANDE. No, no, no!... PÉLLÉAS. Yes, yes, yes; I leave, I shall leave to-morrow.... Give me thy hand, thy hand, thy little hand upon my lips.... MÉLISANDE. I give thee not my hand if thou wilt leave.... PÉLLÉAS. Give, give, give!... MÉLISANDE. Thou wilt not leave?... PÉLLÉAS. I will wait; I will wait.... MÉLISANDE. I see a rose in the shadows.... PÉLLÉAS. Where?... I see only the boughs of the willow hanging over the wall.... MÉLISANDE. Further down, further down, in the garden; further down, in the sombre green.... PÉLLÉAS. It is not a rose.... I will go see by and by, but give me thy hand first; first thy hand.... MÉLISANDE. There, there;... I cannot lean out further.... PÉLLÉAS. I cannot reach thy hand with my lips.... MÉLISANDE. I cannot lean out further.... I am on the point of falling....--Oh! oh! my hair is falling down the tower!... [_Her tresses fall suddenly over her head, as she is leaning out so, and stream over_ PÉLLÉAS] PÉLLÉAS. Oh! oh! what is it?... Thy hair, thy hair is falling down to me!... All thy locks, Mélisande, all thy locks have fallen down the tower!... I hold them in my hands; I hold them in my mouth.... I hold them in my arms; I put them about my neck.... I will not open my hands again to-night.... MÉLISANDE. Let me go! let me go!... Thou wilt make me fall!... PÉLLÉAS.