Enter RICHARD and BUCKINGHAM, in rotten armor, marvelous ill-favored
RICHARD and BUCKINGHAM enter wearing rusty, hideous-looking armor.
RICHARD
Come, cousin, canst thou quake and change thy color,
Murder thy breath in the middle of a word,
And then begin again, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror?
RICHARD
Tell me, cousin, I need to know if you can shake like you've got a fever, turn pale all of a sudden, and stop speaking in the middle of a word—as if you were driven crazy with fear.
BUCKINGHAM
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Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion. Ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforcèd smiles,
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And both are ready in their offices,
At any time to grace my stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?
BUCKINGHAM
Oh please, I can imitate the best tragic actor around. I can speak and then look all around, and tremble, and start at a mere piece of straw as if I were paranoid. Frightening looks are also at my service, as are fake smiles. Anytime I need them, they're waiting to do my bidding. But has Catesby gone?
