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SCENE IV.
FEDERIC, GUILLAUME, CLITIE, in a blue habit, ELEONORE.
FEDERIC.
Clitie! Madame... ah heaven! what, you! you Madame!... No, no, Guillaume?... ah, Madame!
GUILLAUME.
My Lord.
FEDERIC.
No, no, Madame, it is not you. But who could it be? And who can resemble you?
CLITIE.
Yes, Frédéric, it is truly I myself; I am still the woman who esteems you the most.
FEDERIC.
And who loves me the least.
CLITIE.
I am not proving that by coming to see you.
FEDERIC.
No, no, Madame, you were not coming here; you were going elsewhere.
CLITIE.
Frédéric, you are unjust; but you are permitted to be so toward me.
FEDERIC.
What, Madame, you here! no, it is not possible, and I cannot believe the testimony of my eyes.
CLITIE.
The negligence of our friends does not authorize us to forget them; and if on your part...
FEDERIC.
On my part! on my part! I, Madame? Forget you! no, you do not believe it.
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