PÉLLÉAS.
Yes, yes; down yonder….
MÉLISANDE.
Oh! oh! It is so far away from us!… no, no, that is not it … that is not it…. It is lost … lost…. There is nothing any more but a great circle on the water…. What shall we do? What shall we do now?…
PÉLLÉAS.
You need not be so troubled for a ring. It is nothing…. We shall find it again, perhaps. Or else we will find another….
MÉLISANDE.
No, no; we shall never find it again; we shall never find any others either…. And yet I thought I had it in my hands…. I had already shut my hands, and it is fallen in spite of all…. I threw it too high, toward the sun….
PÉLLÉAS.
Come, come, we will come back another day;… come, it is time. They will come to meet us. It was striking noon at the moment the ring fell.