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: farewel.

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

Cap.
'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not stay.
The bay-trees in our country are all ^note wither'd,
And meteors ^note 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 ^note and war:

These signs fore-run the death, or fall ^note, of kings.
Farewel; our countrymen are gone and fled
As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. [Exit.

Sal.
Ah, Richard, with the ^note 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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