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 K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby:—Bid him levy straight The greatest strength and power he can make, And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

Cate. I go.

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury? K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, before I go?

Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before.

K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.

Do these scenes of busy distraction afford a hint of anything like timidity in either of these guilty usurpers? Or, is there one jot more of confusion and inconsistency in the hurry of