Dro. S. In her [forehead]; armed and [reverted], making war against her [heir].
Ant. S. Where England?
125 Dro. S. I looked for the [chalky] cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
Ant. S. Where Spain?
Dro. S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her 130 breath.
Ant. S. Where America, the Indies?
Dro. S. Oh, sir, upon her nose, all o’er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole armadoes 135 of [caracks] to be [ballast] at her nose.
Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
Dro. S. Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this [drudge, or diviner], laid claim to me; called me Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what privy 140 marks I had about me, as, the [mark] of my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch:
[And, I think], if my breast had not been made of [faith], and my heart of steel,