MELISANDE. You never asked me last night. You just came.
MELISANDE. And then when I woke up early this morning, the world was so young, so beautiful, so fresh that I had to be with it. It called to me so clearly--to come out and find its secret. So I came up here, to this enchanted place, and all the way it whispered to me--wonderful things.
GERVASE. Ah, what is it, Melisande? (She smiles and shakes her head). . . . I met a magician in the woods this morning.
GERVASE. _He_ told _me_ the secret of happiness.
MELISANDE. Ah, but he didn't mean by marriage what so many people mean.
GERVASE. He seemed a very potent magician.
MELISANDE. Marriage to many people means just food. Housekeeping. _He_ didn't mean that.
GERVASE. A very wise and reverend magician.
MELISANDE. Love is romance. Is there anything romantic in breakfast--or lunch?
GERVASE. Well, not so much in lunch, of course, but---
MELISANDE. How well you understand! Why do the others not understand?
GERVASE (smiling at her). Perhaps because they have not seen Melisande.
MELISANDE. Oh no, no, that isn't it. All the others---
MELISANDE. Yes. They are so unromantic, so material. The clothes they wear; the things they talk about. But you are so different. Why is it?
GERVASE. I don't know. Perhaps because I am the third son of a woodcutter. Perhaps because they don't know that you are the Princess. Perhaps because they have never been in the enchanted forest.
MELISANDE. What would the forest tell them?
GERVASE. All the birds in the forest are singing "Melisande"; the little brook runs through the forest murmuring "Melisande"; the tall trees bend their heads and whisper to each other "Melisande." All the flowers have put on their gay dresses for her. Oh, Melisande!
MELISANDE (awed). Is it true? (They are silent for a little, happy to be together. . . . He looks back at her and gives a sudden little laugh.) What is it?
GERVASE. Just you and I--together--on the top of the world like this.
MELISANDE. Yes, that's what I feel, too. (After a pause) Go on pretending.
MELISANDE (timidly). It is only a dream, isn't it?
GERVASE. Who knows what a dream is? Perhaps we fell asleep in Fairyland a thousand years ago, and all that we thought real was a dream, until now at last we are awake again.