MRS BAR. Shall I be friends with such an enemy?
PHIL. What say you[436] unto my persuase?
MRS BAR. I say she's[437] my deadly enemy.
PHIL. Ay, but she will be your friend, if you revolt.
MRS BAR. The words I said! what, shall I eat a truth?
PHIL. Why, hark ye, mother.
FRAN. Mother, what say you?
MRS GOUR. Why, this I say, she slandered my good name.
FRAN. But if she now deny it, 'tis no defame.
MRS GOUR. What, shall I think her hate will yield so much?