GOLAUD.
I have wrought thee so much ill, Mélisande…. I cannot tell thee the ill I have wrought thee…. But I see it, I see it so clearly to-day … since the first day…. And all I did not know till now leaps in my eyes to-night…. And it is all my fault, all that has happened, all that will happen…. If I could tell it, thou wouldst see as I do!… I see all! I see all!… But I loved thee so!… I loved thee so!… But now there is some one dying…. It is I who am dying…. And I would know…. I would ask thee…. Thou'lt bear me no ill-will…. I would…. The truth must be told to a dying man…. He must know the truth, or else he could not sleep…. Swearest thou to tell me the truth?
MÉLISANDE
Yes.