FRONTIN: Here I am only a servant-chevalier.
ARAMINTE: He's playful.
BELISE: But Senechal—
FRONTIN: Although Senechal, I often wear livery.
BELISE: Have you gone mad?
ARAMINTE: Drunk on pleasures, my sister sees in you her lover, the
Senechal, dear Chevalier.
BELISE: Sister we are misunderstanding each other. He's the Senechal
Groux.
ARAMINTE: But I think you are dreaming. He's my Chevalier Cique.
FRONTIN: Yes, from complacency to please the younger, I am playful, lively and to please the elder, stern. But unable to be two except in appearance I must admit that Frontin is neither Cique nor Groux.
BELISE: What?