CLEONTE: That's true; but she may be forgiven all that, for her
manners are so engaging, they have an irresistible charm.
COVIELLE: As to her wit . . .
CLEONTE: Ah! She has that, Covielle, the finest, the most
delicate!
COVIELLE: Her conversation . . .
CLEONTE: Her conversation is charming.
COVIELLE: She is always serious . . .
CLEONTE; Would you have grinning playfulness, constant open
merriment? And do you see anything more impertinent than those
women who laugh all the time?
COVIELLE: But finally she is as capricious as any woman in the
world.
CLEONTE: Yes, she is capricious, I concede; but everything becomes
beautiful ladies well, one suffers everything for beauty.
COVIELLE: I see clearly how it goes, you want to go on loving her.
CLEONTE: Me, I'd like better to die; and I am going to hate her as
much as I loved her.
COVIELLE: How, if you find her so perfect?
CLEONTE: That's how my vengeance will be more striking, in that way
I'll show better the strength of my heart, by hating her, by
quitting her, with all her beauty, all her charms, and as lovable
as I find her. Here she is.
ACT THREE
SCENE X (Cleonte, Lucile, Covielle, Nicole)
NICOLE: For my part, I was completely shocked at it.
LUCILE: It can only be, Nicole, what I told you.
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