[Gutenberg 4753] • The Forfeiture

[...] (Exit Isabelle and Geronte) VALERE: I am in despair. This parting kills me. (Enter Frontin dressed as a cavalier, passing before Valere who is in despair) FRONTIN: Sir. VALERE: What is it then? FRONTIN: It's Fortune greeting you. VALERE: What do I see? FRONTIN: You see Frontin who was wearing livery this morning. VALERE: What are you talking about? Why are you dressed this way? FRONTIN: You will never guess, I bet. VALERE: Whose clothes are you wearing? It's one of mine, I believe. FRONTIN: Could well be, cause it's none of mine. VALERE: And my wig. FRONTIN: Good. Have I bought it. I found this under my hand, quite ready. And your most handsome lace, and largest jewel. VALERE: I've seen you do crazy things before, but nothing touching such insolence. FRONTIN: It's come right on time, sir, this opulence. VALERE: Scoundrel, you've picked a bad time to joke. FRONTIN: I picked my time just right, I dare to boast. To know how to manage times for a master.[...].