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 trust 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 russians dance and leap;
The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
The other hope t'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, ah, 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, 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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