Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scœna Quarta.
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Enter Salisbury, and a Captaine.
¶And hardly kept our Countreymen together,
¶And yet we heare no tidings from the King;
1290The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.
¶The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither'd,
¶And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen;
¶The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth,
1295And leane-look'd Prophets whisper fearefull change;
¶Rich men looke sad, and Ruffians dance and leape,
¶The one in feare, to loose what they enioy,
¶The other to enioy by Rage, and Warre:
1300Farewell, our Countreymen are gone and fled,
Exit.
¶Sal. Ah Richard, with eyes of heauie mind,
¶Fall to the base Earth, from the Firmament:
¶Thy Friends are fled, to wait vpon thy Foes,
Exit.
