ARAMINTE: And I am more than fifty.
VALERE: No.
BELISE: We are—
ISABELLE: No.
ARAMINTE: The dispute is funny. I believe we know our age better than you. He's joking. And, sister, the notes he has from us are worthless. Worth nothing. It's a vain hope.
BELISE: They are worth nothing. But, sister, Isabelle and Valere have a tender feeling for each other. Their legitimate flames make me pity them. Can they, like we, hate marriage? No. We must do something to their advantage. They move me.
ARAMINTE: Yes, we are moved.
VALERE: You will be moved. Your notes will be fine.
BELISE: Let's not joke further. We will give Valere 10,000 ecus in all.
ARAMINTE: Yes. That's what we must do.