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  • Title: Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Catherine Lisak
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-436-3

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Catherine Lisak
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    Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)

    Scoena Quarta.
    Enter Salisbury, and a Captaine.
    1285Capt. My Lord of Salisbury, we haue stayd ten dayes,
    And hardly kept our Countreymen together,
    And yet we heare no tidings from the King;
    Therefore we will disperse our selues: farewell.
    Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trustie Welchman,
    1290The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.
    Capt. 'Tis thought the King is dead, we will not stay;
    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:
    These signes fore-run the death of Kings.
    1300Farewell, our Countreymen are gone and fled,
    As well assur'd Richard their King is dead. Exit.
    Sal. Ah Richard, with eyes of heauie mind,
    I see thy Glory, like a shooting Starre,
    Fall to the base Earth, from the Firmament:
    1305Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West,
    Witnessing Stormes to come, Woe, and Vnrest:
    Thy Friends are fled, to wait vpon thy Foes,
    And crossely to thy good, all fortune goes. Exit.