Which, like whipt cream, the devil will swallow down.[198]
Bear off the body, and cut off the head,
Which I will to the king in triumph lug.
Rebellion's dead, and now I'll go to breakfast.
Scene X.
King, Queen, Huncamunca, Courtiers.
King. Open the prisons, set the wretched free,
And bid our treasurer disburse six pounds
To pay their debts. Let no one weep to-day.