Oh! oh! thou hurtest me…. [Doves come out of the tower and fly about them in the night.]—What is that, Pélléas?—What is it flying about me?
PÉLLÉAS.
It is the doves coming oat of the tower…. I have frightened them; they are flying away….
MÉLISANDE.
It is my doves, Pélléas.—Let us go away, let me go; they will not come back again….
PÉLLÉAS.
Why will they not come back again?
MÉLISANDE
They will be lost in the dark…. Let me go; let me lift my head…. I hear a noise of footsteps…. Let me go!—It is Golaud!… I believe it is Golaud!… He has heard us….