Baron
She hasn't any love for you. I swear it.
Argon
It's you who flatter yourself to a fault, I assure you.
Baron
I tell you, she has never loved anyone but me.
Argon I am sure of her heart and her good faith. Decide between us to finish the dispute.
Baron I disdain it. Repeat for the one hundredth time that you love me tenderly.
Lisette Me, tell you that? Truly, I take little care, sir. It is from respect that I let you speak. I believed, at first, that you were boasting, to laugh. But, without offending you, sir, I will tell you, I have no love for you, nor will I ever have.
Baron
What? Why?
Widow
What does she say? Ah, how great is my shock!
Baron
What do you say?
Argon
Must she tell you again?