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ABLAMORE afraid Alladine's already ARKEL art thou ASTOLAINE beautiful castle Charles Lamb child coming corridor crypts dare dark death door dost thou Enter Golaud Enter Pelleas Exeunt eyes flee forest FOURTH SISTER garden gate GENEVIEVE grandfather happy hast hear hear the sea heard heart hither kiss lamb lean Let us go light Listen little father little wound LITTLE YNIOLD longer look lost love thee Macbeth MAIDSERVANT MARTHA MARY MAURICE MAETERLINCK mother never night noise OLD SERVANT once palace Pelleas and Melisande perhaps PHYSICIAN poème poor qu'il Saint Michael Scene SECOND SERVANT seen silence SISTERS OF PALOMIDES sleep smile soul speak stay strange STRANGER tears tell THIRD SERVANT Thou art Thou dost thou sayest thy hair thy hand Thy voice to-day to-morrow to-night told tower turn vaults VOICE OF ALLADINE VOICE OF PALOMIDES wait weep window
Page 108 - One doesn't know what they have done. . . . Seventh Servant. What is to be done when the masters are afraid? ... [A silence.] First Servant. I no longer hear the children screaming. Second Servant. They are sitting down before the ventilator. Third Servant. They are huddled against each other.
Page 22 - MELISANDE discovered at the brink of a spring. [Enter GOLAUD.] GOLAUD. I shall never be able to get out of this forest again. — God knows where that beast has led me. And yet I thought I had wounded him to death ; and here are traces of blood. But now I have lost sight of him; I believe I am lost myself — my dogs can no longer find me — I shall retrace my steps. ... I hear weeping . . . Oh ! oh ! what is there yonder by the water's edge ? ... A little girl weeping by the water's edge ? [He...
Page 112 - ... we saw each other? GOLAUD (to ARKEL and the PHYSICIAN). Will you withdraw a moment, if you please, if you please ? . . . I will leave the door wide open. . . . One moment only. . . . I would say something to her ; else I could not die. . . . Will you ? — Go clear to the end of the corridor ; you can come back at once, at once. . . . Do not refuse me this. ... I am a wretch. . . . [Exit ARKEL and the PHYSICIAN.] — Melisande, hast thou pity on me, as I have pity on thee ? . . . Melisande?
Page 21 - It is wide open 1 [All the maidservant* appear on the threshold and pass over it.] FIRST MAIDSERVANT. I am going to wash the sill first. . . . SECOND MAIDSERVANT. We shall never be able to clean all this.
Page 71 - Look ; some one is going by with a lantern in the garden. — But I have been told they did not like each other. ... It seems they often quarrel ; . . no? Is it true? YNIOLD. Yes, yes ; it is true. GOLAUD. Yes ? — Ah ! ah ! — But what do they quarrel about ? YNIOLD. About the door. GOLAUD. What ? — about the door ? — What are you talking about ? — No, come, explain youi self ; why do they quarrel about the door ? YNIOLD.
Page 118 - Her eyes are full of tears. — It is her soul weeping now. . . . Why does she stretch her arms out so ? — What would she ? THE PHYSICIAN. It is toward the child, without doubt. . . . It is the struggle of motherhood against . . . GOLAUD. At this moment ? — At this moment ? — You must say. Say ! Say ! . . . THE PHYSICIAN. Perhaps. GOLAUD. At once? ... Oh ! oh ! I must tell her. ... — Me'lisande ! Me'lisande ! . . . Leave me alone ! leave me alone with her ! . . . ARKEL.
Page 83 - Pelleas's father is saved, and sickness, the old handmaid of Death, has left the castle, a little joy and a little sunlight will at last come into the house again. ... It was time ! — For, since thy coming, we have only lived here whispering about a closed room. . . . And truly I have pitied thee, Melisande.
Page 89 - He does n't hear me any more. They are too far away already. . . . They go quick. . . . They are not making a noise any more. ... It is no longer the road to the stable . . . Where are they going to sleep tonight ? — Oh ! oh ! — It is too dark . . . I am going to tell something to somebody. . . . [Exit.] SCENE IV — A fountain in the park. [Enter PELLEAS.] S.
Page 119 - Hush! . . . Hush! . . . We must speak softly now. — She must not be disturbed. . . . The human soul is very silent. . . . The human soul likes to depart alone. ... It suffers so timorously. . . . But the sadness, Golaud . . . the sadness of all we see!