1    My lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days,
2    And hardly kept our countrymen together,
3    And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
4    Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.

5    Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman:
6    The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.

7    'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay.
8    The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd
9    And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
10   The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
11   And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change;
12   Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap,
13   The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
14   The other to enjoy by rage and war:
15   These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
16   Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled,
17   As well assured Richard their king is dead.

18   Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind
19   I see thy glory like a shooting star
20   Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
21   Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
22   Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest:
23   Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,
24   And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.