.. It is the wind
rising.... Let us go down this way. Will you give me your hand?
MELISANDE.
See, see, my hands are full....
PELLEAS.
I will hold you by the arm, the road is steep and it is very gloomy
there.... I am going away perhaps to-morrow....
MELISANDE.
Oh!... why do you go away? [_Exeunt._
ACT SECOND.
SCENE I.--_A fountain in the park.
Enter_ PELLEAS _and_ MELISANDE.
PELLEAS.
You do not know where I have brought you?--I often come to sit here,
toward noon, when it is too hot in the gardens. It is stifling to-day,
even in the shade of the trees.
MELISANDE.
Oh, how clear the water is!...
PELLEAS.
It is as cool as winter. It is an old abandoned spring. It seems to
have been a miraculous spring,--it opened the eyes of the blind,--they
still call it "Blind Man's Spring."
MELISANDE.
It no longer opens the eyes of the blind?
PELLEAS.
Since the King has been nearly blind himself, no one comes any
more....
MELISANDE.
How alone one is here!... There is no sound.
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