Worth nothing. It's a vain hope.
BELISE: They are worth nothing. But, sister, Isabelle and Valere have
a tender feeling for each other. Their legitimate flames make me pity
them. Can they, like we, hate marriage? No. We must do something to
their advantage. They move me.
ARAMINTE: Yes, we are moved.
VALERE: You will be moved. Your notes will be fine.
BELISE: Let's not joke further. We will give Valere 10,000 ecus in
all.
ARAMINTE: Yes. That's what we must do.
VALERE: No, no. We will wait for it all.
BELISE: Huh?
ISABELLE: Nothing presses us.
ARAMINTE: Take advantage of the opportunity.
VALERE: We will wait for you.
ARAMINTE: Because I am generous: Fifty thousand franks.
BELISE: That's too much. But I will equal it from generosity.
VALERE: Fifty thousand ecus. We shall wait.
BELISE: Oh, I won't keep more for you.
ARAMINTE: My nephew, my nephew,
ISABELLE: Manage them Valere, because fifty thousand francs is enough
for my father.
GERONTE: Yes, that's enough.
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