Cap. ^note
My Lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days,
And hardly kept our ^note countrymen together,
And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
Therefore we will ^note disperse ourselves: farewell.

Sal.
Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman:
The king reposeth all his ^note confidence ^note in thee ^note.

Cap.
'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay.
The bay-trees in our country are all ^note wither'd
And ^note meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change;
Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap ^note,
The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
The other to enjoy ^note by rage and war:
These signs ^note forerun the death or fall ^note of kings.
Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled,
As well assured Richard their king is dead. [Exit. ^note

Sal.
Ah, Richard, with the ^note eyes of heavy mind
I see ^note thy glory like a shooting star
Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
Thy sun ^note 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. ^note

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