hese butter-boxes.
    Out of the world.

    +Ern.+ Trust me, brother, they'll sooner beat our armies
    Out of their country: why, ready money, friend,
    Will do much more in camps, as well as courts,
    Than a ready wit, I dare assure you.

    +Ger.+ Methinks, camerade, our king should have more money
    Than these Dutch swabbers; he's master o' th' Indies,
    Where money grows.

    +Ern.+ But they have herrings which, I assure you,
    Are worth our master's mines.

    +Ger.+ Herrings! why, what a devil, do they grow
    In their country?

    +Ern.+ No, faith, they fish 'em on the English coast,
    And fetch their salt from France; then they pickle 'em,
    And sell 'em all o'er the world.

    +Ger.+ 'Slife, these rascals live by cookery!

    +Ern.+ This is the coddled cook, I've found him out.       [_Aside._

    +Ber.+ What kind of beds, sir, have they i' that country?

    +Ern.+ This, I dare swear, 's the groom o' th' chamber.    [_Aside._
    Sir, they have certain niches in their walls,[49]
    Where they climb up o' nights; and there they stew
    In their own grease till morning.

    +Jago.+ Pray, sir, give me leave to ask you one question:
    What manner of women have they in that country?

    +Ern.+ The gentleman-usher, upon my life!                  [_Aside._
    Pray excuse me, sir: we gentlemen-soldiers
    Value ourselves upon our civility
    To that soft sex; and in good faith they are
    The softest of that sex I ever met with.

    +Jago.+ Does any of our Spaniards ever marry
    With'em?

    +Ern.+ Yes, some lean families, that have a mind
    To lard their progeny.

    +Sil.+ What, a' God's name, could come into the heads
    Of this people to make them rebel?

    +Ern.+ Why, religion; that came into their heads
    A' God's name.

    +Ger.+ But what a devil made the noblemen
    Rebel? they never mind religion.

    +Ern.+ Why, that which made the devil himself rebel--
    Ambition.

    +Sil.+ This is a pleasant fellow.                          [_Aside._
    I find 