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A Camp in Wales. | |
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Enter SALISBURY and a Captain. | |
| 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; | 5 |
| Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell. | |
| Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman: | |
| 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 | 10 |
| 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, | |
| Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap, | |
| The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, | 15 |
| The other to enjoy by rage and war: | |
| These signs forerun the death or fall of kings. | |
| Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled, | |
| As well assur’d Richard their king is dead. [Exit. | |
| Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind | 20 |
| 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, | 25 |
| And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. [Exit. | |
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