ARAMINTE: To place it elsewhere, I thought I had the right to take it.
BELISE: You don't owe me any accounting. I have taken mine as well.
ARAMINTE: So much the better, sister, so much the better. On that account I calm my curiosity.
BELISE: You have good sense. You are not being irritating.
ARAMINTE: One is liberal with you because you are charming.
BELISE: Alas, I never irritated you about anything. Except about marriage and that was for your good. If boredom at being a maiden made you do it, I would be compassionate, like a tender sister—for a weakness.
ARAMINTE: You will never have such a weakness. If you come to that— and the wisest have—far from condemning you I would be complaisant about it.
BELISE: Ah, be sure of my condescension.
ARAMINTE: Sometimes, we must be humane to each other.
BELISE: Alas, I, in getting married would authorize you to do so, without wishing you ill for it.