MÉLISANDE.
It is strange…. I cannot lift my arms to take her….
ARKËL.
Because you are still very weak…. I will hold her myself; look….
MÉLISANDE.
She does not laugh…. She is little…. She is going to weep too….
I pity her….
[The room has been invaded, little by little, by the women servants of the castle, who range themselves in silence along the walls and wait]
GOLAUD (rising abruptly).
What is the matter?—What are all these women coming here for?…