Capt.
My lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days,

And hardly kept our countrymen together,
And yet we hear no tidings of the king;
Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.

Salis.
Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman;
The king reposeth in thee all his confidence.

Capt.
'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;
These signs forerun the death, or fall of kings.
Farewell: our countrymen are fled and gone,
As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. [Exit Captain.

Salis.
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—
Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes,
And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. [Exit Salisbury.

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