Act II, Scene iv: A camp in Wales.
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| | CAPTAIN: | |
| | 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; | |
| | Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell. | |
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| | SALISBURY: | |
| | Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; | |
| | The King reposeth all his confidence in thee. | |
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| | CAPTAIN: | |
| | 'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. | |
| | The bay trees in our country are all wither'd, | |
| | 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, | |
| | 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. | |
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| | SALISBURY: | |
| | Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, | |
| | I see thy glory like a shooting star | |
| | Fall to the base earth from the firmament. | |
| | The sun sets weeping in the lowly west, | |
| | Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest. | |
| | Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes, | |
| | And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. | |
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