Your brother had a bad dream. And then my gown was caught on the nails of the gate. See, it is torn. I lost all this time, and ran….
PÉLLÉAS.
My poor Mélisande!… I should almost be afraid to touch thee…. Thou art still out of breath, like a hunted bird…. It is for me, for me, thou doest all that?… I hear thy heart beat as if it were mine…. Come hither … nearer, nearer me….
MÉLISANDE.
Why do you laugh?
PÉLLÉAS.
I do not laugh;—or else I laugh for joy, unwittingly…. It were a weeping matter, rather….
MÉLISANDE.
We have come here before…. I recollect….