(Enter Frontin dressed as a cavalier, passing before Valere who is in despair)
FRONTIN: Sir.
VALERE: What is it then?
FRONTIN: It's Fortune greeting you.
VALERE: What do I see?
FRONTIN: You see Frontin who was wearing livery this morning.
VALERE: What are you talking about? Why are you dressed this way?
FRONTIN: You will never guess, I bet.
VALERE: Whose clothes are you wearing? It's one of mine, I believe.
FRONTIN: Could well be, cause it's none of mine.