BELISE: Yes, of course--
ARAMINTE: One ought--
BELISE: One is afraid--
ARAMINTE: It's I.--
BELISE: I admit it--
ARAMINTE: I was wrong.
BELISE: One ought to ask pardon--
ARAMINTE: A fault so huge--
BELISE: Yes, when one is promised--
ARAMINTE: Sister, I ask your pardon--
BELISE: Pardon, sister--
ARAMINTE: Pardon.
BELISE: Pardon.
ARAMINTE: What? We are asking each other for pardon?
BELISE: But truly, you ask me. What is your offense then?
ARAMINTE: I believe it was you who asked first. What have you done to
me?
BELISE: But you, too, sister?
ARAMINTE: Tell me your secrets.
BELISE: Open your heart to me.
ARAMINTE: Oh, well. You will doubtless have learned from the notary
that I have taken this money.
BELISE: Your business. You are right to take your wealth. For each can
dispose of hers as she pleases.
ARAMINTE: To place it elsewhere, I thought I had the right to take it.
BELISE: You don't owe me any accounting. I have taken mine as well.
ARAMINTE: So much the better, sister, so much the better.
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