They smile at me who shortly shall be dead.
Exeunt.
Scene Five
[London. The Tower Walls]
Enter Richard and Buckingham, in rotten armour, marvellous ill-favoured.
Rich. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour,
Murther thy breath in middle of a word,
And then again begin, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror? 4
Buck. Tut! 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 8
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time, to grace my stratagems.
But what! is Catesby gone? 12
Rich. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along.
Enter the [Lord] Mayor and Catesby.
Buck. Lord Mayor,—
Rich. Look to the drawbridge there!
Buck. Hark! a drum.
Rich. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. 16
Buck. Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent,—
Rich. Look back, defend thee; here are enemies.
Buck. God and our innocency defend and guard us!
Scene Five S. d. rotten: rusty
4 distraught: mentally deranged
8 Intending: pretending
