DOROTHY. Don't be a silly child. As if you could
Abandon me for such a fool as that!
O Zurich! O Vienna! Can you be
So psychoanalytically dense
As not to grasp that by considering me
You gain a double health of spirit and sense?
DOROTHEA. I'll never find the man of my desire!
DOROTHY. Then break your heart over a silver birch.
DOROTHEA. But this! No girl could send off such a wire.
DOROTHY. Shock him—or else he'll get you to the church!
DOROTHEA. You're right. How often, and with how much pain,
We burst a lock to find—an empty room!
But that's all over. Let's be friends again
And so stay always!
DOROTHY.Till the crack of doom....
And here's my gage! Accept the knife I took
From Borgia (how he'll rail at me, poor ghost!)
And with it—cut the master's newest book.
DOROTHEA. Where are you going?
DOROTHY.Going? To the post.
DOROTHEA. Don't hurry. Stop awhile, and take from me
A pledge of golden friendship unalloyed—
A cup of tea! With milk and sugar?