No, no, no;... I have never seen such hair as thine, Mélisande!... See, see, see; it comes from so high and yet it floods me to the heart!... And yet it floods me to the knees!... And it is sweet, sweet as if it fell from heaven!... I see the sky no longer through thy locks. Thou seest, thou seest?... I can no longer hold them with both hands; there are some on the boughs of the willow.... They are alive like birds in my hands,... and they love me, they love me more than thou!... MÉLISANDE. Let me go; let me go!... Some one might come.... PÉLLÉAS. No, no, no; I shall not set thee free to-night.... Thou art my prisoner to-night; all night, all night!... MÉLISANDE. Pélléas! Pélléas!... PÉLLÉAS. I tie them, I tie them to the willow boughs.... Thou shalt not go away now;... thou shalt not go away now.... Look, look, I am kissing thy hair.... I suffer no more in the midst of thy hair.... Hearest thou my kisses along thy hair?... They mount along thy hair.... Each hair must bring thee some.... Thou seest, thou seest, I can open my hands.... My hands are free, and thou canst not leave me now.... MÉLISANDE. Oh! oh! thou hurtest me.... [_Doves come out of the tower and fly about them in the night._]--What is that, Pélléas?--What is it flying about me? PÉLLÉAS. It is the doves coming oat of the tower.... I have frightened them; they are flying away.... MÉLISANDE. It is my doves, Pélléas.--Let us go away, let me go; they will not come back again.... PÉLLÉAS. Why will they not come back again? MÉLISANDE They will be lost in the dark.... Let me go; let me lift my head.... I hear a noise of footsteps.... Let me go!--It is Golaud!... I believe it is Golaud!... He has heard us.... PÉLLÉAS. Wait! Wait!... Thy hair is about the boughs.... It is caught there in the darkness.... Wait, wait!... It is dark.... _Enter_ GOLAUD, _by the watchman's round._ GOLAUD. What do you here? PÉLLÉAS. What do I here?... I.... GOLAUD. You are children.... Mélisande, do not lean out so at the window; you will fall.... Do you not know it is late?--It is nearly midnight.--Do not play so in the darkness.--You are children.... [_Laughing nervously._] What children!... What children!... [_Exit, with_ PÉLLÉAS. SCENE III.--_The-vaults of the castle. Enter_ GOLAUD _and_ PÉLLÉAS. GOLAUD. Take care; this way, this way.--You have never penetrated into these vaults? PÉLLÉAS. Yes; once, of old; but it was long ago.... GOLAUD.