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Richard the Third, III. v

They smile at me who shortly shall be dead.

Exeunt.

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?

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

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?

Rich. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along.

Buck. Lord Mayor,—

Rich. Look to the drawbridge there!

Buck. Hark! a drum.

Rich. Catesby, o'erlook the walls.

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

