Peg has left to get the brandy. Alone in her dressing room, Wishfort again criticizes the paleness of her skin. She yells for Peg, “the wench,” to hurry up, asking her if she’s taking so long because she’s sneaking a taste of the brandy.
Wishfort, though she hates her natural complexion and knows she looks old, doesn’t realize that makeup isn’t helping her to look more attractive. She looks to short term fixes to take her mind off her woes.