[185] Give Mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
[♦] Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.
[♦] Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I may.
[♦] Glou. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
Cate. You shall, my lord.
[190] Glou. At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both. [Exit Catesby.
[♦] Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive
[♦] Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
[♦] Glou. Chop off his head, man; somewhat we will do:
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me