Ne'er did thy charms exceed their present glow!
Oh! let me greet thee with a loving kiss—— [Sees the hat.
Why, what the devil!—say, whose hat is this?
Distaf. Why, help your silly brains, that's not a hat.
Bombas. No hat?
Distaf. Suppose it is, why, what of that?
A hat can do no harm without a head!
Bombas. Whoe'er it fits, this hour I doom him dead;
Alive from hence the caitiff shall not stir——
[Discovers the King.