MÉLISANDE.
Oh! oh! I am not happy!… I am not happy!… [Exit, weeping.
SCENE III.—Before a grotto.
Enter PÉLLÉAS and MÉLISANDE.
[Speaking with great agitation.] Yes; it is here; we are there. It is so dark you cannot tell the entrance of the grotto from the rest of the night…. There are no stars on this side. Let us wait till the moon has torn through that great cloud; it will light up the whole grotto, and then we can enter without danger. There are dangerous places, and the path is very narrow between two lakes whose bottom has not yet been found. I did not think to bring a torch or a lantern, but I think the light of the sky will be enough for us.—You have never gone into this grotto?