12851297Welch. My lord of Salisbury, we haue stayed ten dayes,

12861298And hardly kept our countrymen together,

12871299And yet we heare no tidings from the King,

12881300Therefore we will disperse our selues, farewell.

12891301Salis. Stay yet another day, thou trustie Welchman,

12901302The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.

12911303Welch. Tis thought the King is dead; we wil not stay,

12921304The bay trees in our country are al witherd,

12931305And Meteors fright the fixed starres of heauen,

12941306The pale-facde moone lookes bloudie on the earth,

12951307And leane-lookt prophets whisper fearefull change,

12961308Rich men looke sad, and ruffians daunce and leape,

12971309The one in feare to loose what they enioy,

12981310The other to enioy by rage and warre:

12991311These signes forerunne the death or fall of Kings.

13001312Farewell, our countrymen are gone and fled,

13011313As well assured Richard their King is dead.

13021314Salis. Ah Richard! with the eies of heauy mind

13031315I see thy glory like a shooting starre

13041316Fall to the base earth from the firmament,

13051317Thy sunne sets weeping in the lowly west,

13061318Witnessing stormes to come, wo, and vnrest,

13071319Thy friends are fled to wait vpon thy foes,

13081320And crosly to thy good all fortune goes.