I have wrought thee so much ill, Melisande....  I cannot tell thee the ill I have wrought thee....  But I see it, I see it so clearly to-day ... since the first day....  And all I did not know till now leaps in my eyes to-night....  And it is all my fault, all that has happened, all that will happen....  If I could tell it, thou wouldst see as I do!...  I see all!  I see all!...  But I loved thee so!...  I loved thee so!...  But now there is some one dying....  It is I who am dying....  And I would know....  I would ask thee....  Thou’lt bear me no ill-will....  I would....  The truth must be told to a dying man....  He must know the truth, or else he could not sleep....  Swearest thou to tell me the truth?

MELISANDE

Yes.

GOLAUD.

Didst thou love Pelleas?

MELISANDE.

Why, yes; I loved him.—­Where is he?

GOLAUD.

Thou dost not understand me?—­Thou wilt not understand me?—­It seems to me ... it seems to me....  Well, then, here:  I ask thee if thou lovedst him with a forbidden love?...  Wert thou ... were you guilty?  Say, say, yes, yes, yes!...

MELISANDE.

No, no; we were not guilty.—­Why do you ask that?

GOLAUD.

Melisande!... tell me the truth, for the love of God!

MELISANDE.

Why have I not told the truth?

GOLAUD.

Do not lie so any more, at the moment of death!

MELISANDE.

Who is dying?—­Is it I?

GOLAUD.

Thou, thou! and I, I too, after thee!...  And we must have the truth....  We must have the truth at last, dost thou understand?...  Tell me all!  Tell me all!  I forgive thee all!...

MELISANDE.

Why am I going to die?—­I did not know it....

GOLAUD.

Thou knowest it now!...  It is time!  It is time!...  Quick! quick!... 
The truth! the truth!...

MELISANDE.

The truth ... the truth....

GOLAUD.

Where art thou?—­Melisande!—­Where art thou?—­It is not natural!  Melisande!  Where art thou?—­Where goest thou? [Perceiving ARKEL and the PHYSICIAN at the door of the room.]—­ Yes, yes; you may come in....  I know nothing; it is useless....  It is too late; she is already too far away from us....  I shall never know!...  I shall die here like a blind man!...

ARKEL.

What have you done?  You will kill her....

GOLAUD.

I have already killed her....

ARKEL.

Melisande....

MELISANDE.

Is it you, grandfather?

ARKEL.

Yes, my daughter....  What would you have me do?

MELISANDE.

Is it true that the winter is beginning?...

ARKEL.

Why dost thou ask?

MELISANDE.

Because it is cold, and there are no more leaves....