Elv. Oh, madam, I must refer you to your own feelings.
Beat. I tell you, madam, these hands should tear your hair up by the roots, if it had roots to tear.
Vic. Now for her turn.
Elv. Why, does she mean to insinuate my hair is as false as that left eye of hers?
Beat. Do you mean to insinuate my left eye is false?
Elv. Ay; and say it to your teeth.
Beat. More, madam, than I ever could say to yours, unless, indeed, you’ve paid, madam, for the set you wear.
Elv. Have you the face to say my teeth are false?
Beat. Have you the face to say my eye’s of glass?
Elv. I’ll teach you to say I wear a wig.