[♦] Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
[10] And both are ready in their offices,
At any time, to grace my stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?
[♦] Glou. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along.
Enter the Mayor and CATESBY.
[♦] Buck. Lord mayor,—
15 Glou. Look to the drawbridge there!
[♦] Buck. Hark! a drum.