KING (aside).
Take notice, Grumbkow, he's pricked. On with the attack.
GRUMBKOW.
Eversmann, have the newest Dutch journals arrived?
EVERSMANN.
Yes, Your Excellency; full of lies, as usual.
KING.
Lies? Then, according to the proverb, that explains why our beer is so sour.
GRUMBKOW.
Tell me, Eversmann, is there no news from Ansbach in the journals?