SCENE II.—One of the towers of the castle.—watchman's round passes under a window in the tower.
MÉLISANDE (at the window, combing her unbound hair).
My long locks fall foaming
To the threshold of the tower,—
My locks await your coming
All along the tower,
And all the long, long hour,
And all the long, long hour.
Saint Daniel and Saint Michaël,
Saint Michaël and Saint Raphaël.
I was born on a Sunday,
A Sunday at high noon….
Enter PÉLLÉAS by the watchman's round.
PÉLLÉAS.
Holà! Holà! ho!…
MÉLISANDE.
Who is there?