GOLAUD.
Pélléas leaves to-night.
ARKËL.
Thou hast blood on thy forehead.—What hast thou done?
GOLAUD.
Nothing, nothing…. I have passed through a hedge of thorns.
MÉLISANDE.
Bend down your head a little, my lord…. I will wipe your forehead….
GOLAUD (repulsing her).
I will not that you touch me, do you understand? Go, go!—I am not speaking to you.—Where is my sword?—I came to seek my sword….