“Heart of mine.”
“You will never leave me?”
“How should the sea put the earth from his bosom, or the moon pass from the arms of the night?”
“I am faint, Pelleas; hold me in your arms.”
“They are strong, Igraine.”
“There, let me rest so, for ever. Look, the stars are coming out, and there is the moon flooding silver over the trees. My lips burn, and I am faint.”
“Courage, courage, dear heart.”
“How close you hold me! I could die so.”
“What is death to us, Igraine?”
“Or life?”