There are so many things one never knows. We are ever waiting; and then…. What is that noise?—They are closing the gates!…
MÉLISANDE.
Yes, they have closed the gates….
PÉLLÉAS.
We cannot go back now?—Hearest thou the bolts?—Listen! listen!… the great chains!… the great chains!… It is too late; it is too late!…
MÉLISANDE.
All the better! all the better! all the better!…
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!…