PÉLLÉAS.
Thou—…? Behold, behold!… It is no longer we who will it so!…
All's lost, all's saved! all is saved to-night!—Come, come…. My
heart beats like a madman,—up to my very throat…. [They embrace.]
Listen! listen! my heart is almost strangling me…. Come! come!…
Ah, how beautiful it is in the shadows!…