A Camp in Wales. |
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Enter SALISBURY and a Captain. |
| Cap. My Lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days, |
| And hardly kept our countrymen together, |
| And yet we hear no tidings from the king; |
| Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell. |
| Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman: |
| The king reposeth all his confidence in thee. |
| Cap. 'Tis thought the king is dead: we will not stay. |
| The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd |
| And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven, |
| The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth |
| And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change, |
| Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap, |
| The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, |
| The other to enjoy by rage and war: |
| These signs forerun the death or fall of kings. |
| Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled, |
| As well assur'd Richard their king is dead. [Exit. |
| Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind |
| I see thy glory like a shooting star |
| Fall to the base earth from the firmament. |
| Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, |
| Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest. |
| Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes, |
| And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. [Exit. |
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