MRS FORE. Poor innocent! You don't know that there's a place
called the World's End? I'll swear you can keep your countenance
purely: you'd make an admirable player.

MRS FRAIL. I'll swear you have a great deal of confidence, and in
my mind too much for the stage.

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.