That
makes me tremble.
FRONTIN: I quiver, Madame, on account of the step I am going to take,
by taking you for my wife.
BELISE: I, who by my example have kept my sister in the vow she made
to guard her heart. She respected me as the most perfect. I must blush
before my little sister.
FRONTIN: I who to my elders reprimanded passions, forcing even my
sisters to celibacy, I who in history to distinguish my name would
have gloried in the title of extinguisher of my race--
BELISE: I who abhorred even the name of marriage and would have
become famous for it.
FRONTIN: I, Senechal Groux, caustic philosopher who jested at suitors,
insulted them, apostrophized them.
BELISE: I called marriage a myth, a stumbling block.
FRONTIN: The prison of desires, the coffin of the living.
BELISE: (tenderly) The abyss. Now see what an unfeeling fondness--
FRONTIN: Towards the abyss, a slope--
BELISE: Yes, sweet--
FRONTIN: Imperceptible--
BELISE: Leads me to the brink--
FRONTIN: The foot slips and here I am.
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