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K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby:—Bid him levy straight
The greatest strength and power he can make,
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
Cate. I go.
Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury?
K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, before I go?
Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before.
K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.[1]
Do these scenes of busy distraction afford a hint of anything like timidity in either of these guilty usurpers? Or, is there one jot more of confusion and inconsistency in the hurry of
- ↑ K. Richard, Act iv. Sc. 4.
