MRS FORE. Very well, that will appear who has most; you never were
at the World's End?
MRS FRAIL. No.
MRS FORE. You deny it positively to my face?
MRS FRAIL. Your face, what's your face?
MRS FORE. No matter for that, it's as good a face as yours.
MRS FRAIL. Not by a dozen years' wearing. But I do deny it
positively to your face, then.
MRS FORE. I'll allow you now to find fault with my face; for I'll
swear your impudence has put me out of countenance. But look you
here now, where did you lose this gold bodkin? Oh, sister, sister!
MRS FRAIL. My bodkin!
MRS FORE. Nay, 'tis yours, look at it.
MRS FRAIL. Well, if you go to that, where did you find this bodkin?
Oh, sister, sister! Sister every way.
MRS FORE. Oh, devil on't, that I could not discover her without
betraying myself. [Aside.]
MRS FRAIL. I have heard gentlemen say, sister, that one should take
great care, when one makes a thrust in fencing, not to lie open
oneself.
MRS FORE. It's very true, sister. Well, since all's out, and as
you say, since we are both wounded, let us do what is often done in
duels, take care of one another, and grow better friends than
before.
MRS FRAIL. With all my heart: ours are but slight flesh wounds,
and if we keep 'em from air, not at all dangerous. Well, give me
your hand in token of sisterly secrecy and affection.
MRS FORE. Here 'tis, with all my heart.
MRS FRAIL. Well, as an earnest of friendship and confidence, I'll
acquaint you with a design that I have.
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