ISABELLE: My father has spoken sharply to them and is going to
threaten them again, separately. For each stays in her own apartment.
VALERE: Yes, from the little I see the two avoid each other, speak
only a few words in passing and leave each other. As for me, when I am
speaking to them they turn their backs. Their hardness towards me
appears on every occasion.
ISABELLE: Their hardness towards you condemns them. Ah, Valere, they
push their ill natures too far. To not love you!
VALERE: I hoped that through you, my two aunts would do something for
us, and that having seen you, adorable Isabelle, they could be counted
on.
ISABELLE: Their barbarity is such that they speak of you with
aversion.
VALERE: What unpleasant spirits not to approve my tender passion.
ISABELLE: To be capable of hating Valere. Their evil hearts make me
tremble. I despair over it.
VALERE: Your father is still going to press them. Thus we may still
hope. He's going to meet us here.
ISABELLE: Yes, give us at least a moment of hope.
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