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A camp in Wales.
Enter SALISBURY and a Welsh 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.

Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman:

The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.

'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-faced moon looks bloody on the earth (11)

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 assured Richard their king is dead. [Exit.

Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind

I see thy glory like a shooting star (20)

Fall to the base earth from the firmament.

Thy 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. [Exit.

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    • Sir Richard C. Jebb, Commentary on Sophocles: Antigone, 1344
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