(Enter Lackey)
LACKEY: Sir, change clothes or hide yourself quickly. Araminte has
returned.
FRONTIN: I ought to avoid her. But no. Let's pull it off! I am going
to wait for her here. Time presses. Wait, take this wig. By knotting
it this way, I will have the most comic look. Playful, negligent. It's
the Chevalier Cique. To charm a madwoman you have to rave.
(Exit Lackey, enter Araminte)
ARAMINTE (assuming all passions, one after another) I run in
thoughtless. They've just been plotting against me. I tremble; I still
have a hundred things to say to you. And jests. First, I am going to
make you laugh. But no. The serious is more pressing. My sister,
seeing me there, passed by proudly. I was trembling. It's of this we
will speak first. Let's begin by you admiring my conduct, the softness
and complacency with which I hide my shame. Now, in secret, I hoped,
but I fear. At the same time I sense an infinite joy. You are going to
deliver me from the tyranny of my sister. And the more I hate that
nephew, the more I going to settle everything for you on that score.
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