ARAMINTE: Here's my signature.
BELISE: Forty thousand francs on my banker and ten.
ARAMINTE: Thirty thousand in bills of exchange plus fourteen and six.
VALERE: What happiness.
ISABELLE: I breathe.
VALERE: With great pleasure I tear up your forfeitures.
(Enter Frontin with a cape, a short wig and a cap like Pasquin)
FRONTIN: Our lovers are satisfied. We must amuse them.
ARAMINTE: Oh, it's you Chevalier. Why are you dressed like that?
BELISE: Oh. It's the Senechal. What is this mystery? Why aren't you wearing your usual clothes?