https://moonpub.net/shake5/Audios/Richard%20III/3RICH35.mp3 The Tower-walls. [Enter GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM, in rotten armour, marvellous ill-favoured] GLOUCESTER Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour, 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? BUCKINGHAM Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; […]