My lord of Salisbury, we have stayed ten days

2.4.21286And hardly kept our countrymen together,

2.4.31287And yet we hear no tidings from the King.

2.4.41288Therefore we will disperse ourselves. Farewell.

Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman.

2.4.61290The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.

'Tis thought the King is dead. We will not stay.

2.4.81292The bay trees in our country are all withered,

2.4.91293And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven;

2.4.101294The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth,

2.4.111295And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change;

2.4.121296Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap,

2.4.131297The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,

2.4.141298The other to enjoy by rage and war.

2.4.151299These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.

2.4.161300Farewell. Our countrymen are gone and fled,

2.4.171301As well assured Richard their king is dead.

Ah, Richard! With the eyes of heavy mind

2.4.191303I see thy glory like a shooting star

2.4.201304Fall to the base earth from the firmament.

2.4.211305Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,

2.4.221306Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest.

2.4.231307Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,

2.4.241308And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.