They are pushing their explanation a long way. (aloud) Isabelle
didn't leave my aunts happily. And I've learned some good news.
GERONTE: I come to rejoice for the sake of Isabelle's love.
ISABELLE: I come with all my heart to congratulate you and I saw
immediately it was in joking that you always declaimed against
marriage, for you yourselves--
ARAMINTE: We ourselves--
BELISE: Ah, sis, what language--
VALERE: You are both going to get married.
ARAMINTE: (low) So as not to pay out, sister, we must deny it.
BELISE: The rumor is false.
ARAMINTE: Very false.
VALERE: Aunties, I believe it's true.
BELISE: What? You takes us for some extravagants? Us, marry! Us!
ARAMINTE: We, no, no. It's no longer time.
BELISE: No, don't think it. I am past forty.
VALERE: You're not.
ARAMINTE: And I am more than fifty.
VALERE: No.
BELISE: We are--
ISABELLE: No.
ARAMINTE: The dispute is funny. I believe we know our age better than
you. He's joking. And, sister, the notes he has from us are worthless.
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