Enter RICHARD and BUCKINGHAM, in rotten armor, marvelous ill-favored
Come, cousin, canst thou quake and change thy color,
Murder thy breath in the middle of a word,
And then begin again, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror?
5Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion. Ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforcèd smiles,
10And both are ready in their offices,
At any time to grace my stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?
He is; and see, he brings the mayor along.
Enter the LORD
MAYOR and CATESBY
15Look to the drawbridge there!
Catesby, o'erlook the walls.