Sylvia: We must be serious now. My stars say I shall marry a man of distinction, and I’ll look at nothing less.
Dorante: If that were me I’d feel threatened, and go in fear of proving your horoscope. I’m an atheist over astrology… but a profound believer in your face.
Sylvia: (to herself) What a pest he is! (to ANTE) Will you stop this? What’s it matter to you that my destiny rules you out?
Dorante: It didn’t predict that I wouldn’t fall in love with you.
Sylvia: No, but it said it wouldn’t do you one bit of good, and I can tell you it’s right. You are capable of talking about something else besides love, I presume?
Dorante: From the moment you’re capable of not inspiring it.
Sylvia: Really, this is outrageous. I’m going to lose my temper. Once and for all, will you stop being in love with me!
