[Exeunt Valasco and Lopez.
Enter Baltazar.
Bal. 'Tis done, Sir.
King. Death! what's done?
Bal. Young Cub's flayd, But the shee-fox shifting her hole is fled; The little Iackanapes the boy's braind.
King. Sebastian?
Bal. He shall ne're speake more Spanish.
King. Thou teachest me to curse thee.
Bal. For a bargaine you set your hand to?
King. Halfe my Crowne I'de lose were it undone.