[90] Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!
[♦] What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.
[♦] Hast. Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my lord?
[♦] To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.
Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear their heads
[95] Than some that have accused them wear their hats.
[♦] But come, my lord, let us away.
Enter a Pursuivant.
[♦] Hast. Go on before; I’ll talk with this good fellow. [Exeunt Stanley and Catesby.
[♦] How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?