ARAMINTE: Pardon.
BELISE: Pardon.
ARAMINTE: What? We are asking each other for pardon?
BELISE: But truly, you ask me. What is your offense then?
ARAMINTE: I believe it was you who asked first. What have you done to me?
BELISE: But you, too, sister?
ARAMINTE: Tell me your secrets.
BELISE: Open your heart to me.
ARAMINTE: Oh, well. You will doubtless have learned from the notary that I have taken this money.
BELISE: Your business. You are right to take your wealth. For each can dispose of hers as she pleases.