Wait! Wait!… Thy hair is about the boughs…. It is caught there in the darkness…. Wait, wait!… It is dark….
Enter GOLAUD, by the watchman's round.
GOLAUD.
What do you here?
PÉLLÉAS.
What do I here?… I….
GOLAUD.
You are children…. Mélisande, do not lean out so at the window; you will fall…. Do you not know it is late?—It is nearly midnight.—Do not play so in the darkness.—You are children…. [Laughing nervously.] What children!… What children!… [Exit, with PÉLLÉAS.
SCENE III.—_The-vaults of the castle.
Enter_ GOLAUD and PÉLLÉAS.