Anti. Then she beares some bredth?
Dro. No longer from head to foot, then from hippe
to hippe: she is sphericall, like a globe: I could find out
Countries in her

Anti. In what part of her body stands Ireland?
Dro. Marry sir in her buttockes, I found it out by
the bogges

Ant. Where Scotland?
Dro. I found it by the barrennesse, hard in the palme
of the hand

Ant. Where France?
Dro. In her forhead, arm'd and reuerted, making
warre against her heire

Ant. Where England?
Dro. I look'd for the chalkle Cliffes, but I could find
no whitenesse in them. But I guesse, it stood in her chin
by the salt rheume that ranne betweene France, and it

Ant. Where Spaine?
Dro. Faith I saw it not: but I felt it hot in her breth

Ant. Where America, the Indies?
Dro. Oh sir, vpon her nose, all ore embellished with
Rubies, Carbuncles, Saphires, declining their rich Aspect
to the hot breath of Spaine, who sent whole Armadoes