Bring it. [_To_ ARKËL.]--They have just found another peasant dead of hunger, along by the sea. You would say they all meant to die under our eyes.--[_To_ MÉLISANDE.] Well, my sword?--Why do you tremble so?--I am not going to kill you. I would simply examine the blade. I do not employ the sword for these uses. Why do you examine me like a beggar?--I do not come to ask alms of you. You hope to see something in my eyes without my seeing anything in yours?--Do you think I may know something?--[_To_ ARKËL.]--Do you see those great eyes?--It is as if they were proud of their richness.... ARKËL. I see there only a great innocence.... GOLAUD. A great innocence!... They are greater than innocence!... They are purer than the eyes of a lamb.... They would give God lessons in innocence! A great innocence! Listen: I am so near them I feel the freshness of their lashes when they wink; and yet I am less far away from the great secrets of the other world than from the smallest secret of those eyes!... A great innocence!... More than innocence! You would say the angels of heaven celebrated there an eternal baptism!... I know those eyes! I have seen them at their work! Close them! close them! or I shall close them for a long while!...--Do not put your right hand to your throat so; I am saying a very simple thing.... I have no under-thought.... If I had an under-thought, why should I not say it? Ah! ah!--do not attempt to flee!--Here!--Give me that hand!--Ah! your hands are too hot.... Go away! Your flesh disgusts me!... Here!--There is no more question of fleeing now!--[_He seizes her by the hair._]--You shall follow me on your knees!--On your knees!--On your knees before me!--Ah! ah! your long hair serves some purpose at last!... Right,... left!--Left,... right!--Absalom! Absalom.--Forward! back! To the ground! to the ground!... You see, you see; I laugh already like an old man.... ARKËL (_running up_). Golaud!... GOLAUD (_affecting a sudden calm_). You will do as you may please, look you.--I attach no importance to that.--I am too old; and, besides, I am not a spy. I shall await chance; and then ... Oh! then!... simply because it is the custom; simply because it is the custom.... [_Exit._ ARKËL. What ails him?--He is drunk? MÉLISANDE (_in tears_). No, no; he does not love me any more.... I am not happy!... I am not happy!... ARKËL. If I were God, I would have pity on men's hearts.... SCENE III.--_A terrace of the castle. Little_ YNIOLD _discovered, trying to lift a bowlder._ LITTLE YNIOLD.