Girard In malice, Lisette is fertile, yet I love her, I adore her, and I will make her my wife. But, what am I saying? I ought to remember, Madame— (ironically) that you don't give Lisettes to Girards. As I am only a tax collector, I ought through respect for you, her, and myself, to let her marry your lover.
Widow
At her age, to manage, under my eyes, three lovers at the same time!
Coquettes of Paris and coquettes of the country—some ready language,
some trickery. My word, all is equal for coquetry.
Girard (ironically)
You intended to give her to some great lord.
Widow
Ah, I will give her to the devil, with all my heart.
Girard
I beg you for preference over him at least.
Widow So be it but at least provide me some confidence that you will succeed.
Girard You know all. We must lure our credulous, stupid, avaricious, and amorous Baron with this false lottery into offering Lisette marriage, and if she accepts, for Argon to see she's engaged.
Widow Lisette ought to give up Argon for the Baron. The Baron is rich and the trick is so good.
Girard
Yes, but I mustn't lose Lisette.
Widow
If Argon is undeceived, I will be satisfied.