GOLAUD.
Thou dost not understand me?—Thou wilt not understand me?—It seems to me … it seems to me…. Well, then, here: I ask thee if thou lovedst him with a forbidden love?… Wert thou … were you guilty? Say, say, yes, yes, yes!…
MÉLISANDE.
No, no; we were not guilty.—Why do you ask that?
GOLAUD.
Mélisande!… tell me the truth, for the love of God!
MÉLISANDE.
Why have I not told the truth?
GOLAUD.
Do not lie so any more, at the moment of death!