BELISE: Ah, sis, what language—
VALERE: You are both going to get married.
ARAMINTE: (low) So as not to pay out, sister, we must deny it.
BELISE: The rumor is false.
ARAMINTE: Very false.
VALERE: Aunties, I believe it's true.
BELISE: What? You takes us for some extravagants? Us, marry! Us!
ARAMINTE: We, no, no. It's no longer time.
BELISE: No, don't think it. I am past forty.
VALERE: You're not.