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.