Jean. Sure, they will make us shudder;
Katrina.
Or else cry.
[A MAN meets them.
Man. Are you for the show, my girls?
Jean.
We aren't your girls.
Katrina. Do you mean the heads upon the Scottish Gate?
Man. Ay, that's the show, a pretty one.
Jean. Are all The rebels' heads set up?
Man.
All, all; their cause
Is fallen flat; but go you on and see
How wonderly their proud heads are elate.
Katrina. Do any look as if they died afeared?