. I will go see by and by, but give me thy hand
first; first thy hand....
MELISANDE.
There, there;... I cannot lean out further....
PELLEAS.
I cannot reach thy hand with my lips....
MELISANDE.
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_ PELLEAS]
PELLEAS.
Oh! oh! what is it?... Thy hair, thy hair is falling down to me!...
All thy locks, Melisande, 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....
MELISANDE.
Let me go! let me go!... Thou wilt make me fall!...
PELLEAS.
No, no, no;... I have never seen such hair as thine, Melisande!...
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.
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