PÉLLÉAS.
I, I, and I!… What art thou doing there at the window, singing like a bird that is not native here?
MÉLISANDE.
I am doing my hair for the night…
PÉLLÉAS.
Is it that I see upon the wall?… I thought you had some light….
MÉLISANDE.
I have opened the window; it is too hot in the tower…. It is beautiful to-night….
PÉLLÉAS.
There are innumerable stars; I have never seen so many as to-night;… but the moon is still upon the sea…. Do not stay in the shadow, Mélisande; lean forward a little till I see your unbound hair….