[♦] They smile at me that shortly shall be dead. [Exeunt.
fce SCENE V. The Tower-walls.
Enter GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM, in rotten armour, marvellous ill-favoured.
[♦] Glou. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour,
[♦] Murder thy breath in middle of a word,
[♦] And then begin again, and stop again,
[♦] As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror?
[5] 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,