From Pélléas and Mélisande; Alladine and Palomides; Home by Maurice Maeterlinck

I have already killed her.... ARKËL. Mélisande.... MÉLISANDE. Is it you, grandfather? ARKËL. Yes, my daughter.... What would you have me do? MÉLISANDE. Is it true that the winter is beginning?... ARKËL. Why dost thou ask? MÉLISANDE. Because it is cold, and there are no more leaves.... ARKËL. Thou art cold?--Wilt thou have the windows closed? MÉLISANDE. No, no,... not till the sun be at the bottom of the sea.--It sinks slowly; then it is the winter beginning? ARKËL. Yes.--Thou dost not like the winter? MÉLISANDE. Oh! no. I am afraid of the cold.--I am so afraid of the great cold.... ARKËL. Dost thou feel better? MÉLISANDE. Yes, yes; I have no longer all those qualms.... ARKËL. Wouldst thou see thy child? MÉLISANDE. What child? ARKËL. Thy child.--Thou art a mother.... Thou hast brought a little daughter into the world.... MÉLISANDE. Where is she? ARKËL. Here.... MÉLISANDE. It is strange.... I cannot lift my arms to take her.... ARKËL. Because you are still very weak.... I will hold her myself; look.... MÉLISANDE. She does not laugh.... She is little.... She is going to weep too.... I pity her.... (The room has been invaded, little by little, by the women servants of the castle, who range themselves in silence along the walls and wait) GOLAUD (rising abruptly). What is the matter?--What are all these women coming here for?...

Golaud Monologue from Pélléas and Mélisande; Alladine and Palomides; Home

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