Cap.
My Lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten Days,
And hardly kept your Countrymen together,
And yet we hear no Tidings from the King;
Therefore we all disperse our selves: Farewel.

Salis.
Stay yet another Day, thou trusty Welchman,
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 Heav'n?
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 of Kings.
Farewel; our Countrymen are gone and fled,
As well assur'd, Richard their King is dead. [Exit.

Salis.
Ah Richard, with 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, Wo, and Unrest:
Thy Friends are fled to wait upon thy Foes,
And crosly to thy good, all Fortune goes. [Exit.

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