ARAMINTE: I've looked, looked again, decided, determined, concluded. Ought I to be in fear of this savage sister who hates marriage for herself and for me? You will be my husband from tomorrow, from this evening.
FRONTIN: But to the essential. You must be able, before declaring our business to your sister, to get rid of those promissory notes to Valere. Reach an agreement with him. Is your money ready?
ARAMINTE: Yes, I've withdrawn everything. It is in my interest this forfeiture be taken care of, alas, before my sister learns of my marriage. I am prudent and wise.
FRONTIN: Haste! I am going to see my illustrious relatives to tell them the role I am taking.
(Exit Frontin)
ARAMINTE: Let's quickly send a lackey to Valere. But what do I see! My sister returning from the notary. She's going to be irritated about the money I've taken out. He's just informed her.
(Enter Belise. They don't speak to each other at first.)
BELISE: Yes, my sister is going to see the Notary. She's going to guess the mystery.
ARAMINTE: I see she's upset. Oh, I hear her rage. Where shall I tell her I intend to place the money?
BELISE: Ah, I see that she knows it. What it will cost me to say that this money is for my marriage?