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Richard II

Act II, Scene 4

A camp in Wales.
 
[Enter EARL OF SALISBURY and a Welsh Captain]
 
CAPTAIN
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      My lord | of Sal|isbury,| we have | stayed ten days,
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      And hard|ly kept | our coun|trymen | toge|ther,   (hex with prev)
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      And yet | we hear | no ti|dings from | the king;
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      Therefore | we will | disperse | ourselves:| farewell.
 
EARL OF SALISBURY
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      Stay^yet | ano|ther day,| thou trus|ty Welsh|man,
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      The king | repo|seth all | his con|fidence | in thee.  (hex with prev)
 
CAPTAIN
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      'Tis thought | the king | is dead,| we will | not stay;
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      The bay-|trees in our | country | are all | withered,
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      And me|teors fright | the fix|ed stars | of heaven;
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      The pale-faced moon | looks^bloo|dy on | the earth,
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      And lean-looked pro|phets whis|per fear|ful change;
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      Rich men*| look^sad,| and ruf|fians dance  and leap,
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      The one | in fear | to lose | what they | enjoy,
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      The o|ther to | enjoy | by rage,| and war:
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      These signs | forerun | the death | or fall | of kings.
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      Farewell,| our coun|trymen | are gone | and fled,
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      As well | assured | Richard | their king | is dead.
 
[Exit]
 
EARL OF SALISBURY
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      Ah Ri|chard, with | the eyes | of hea|vy mind,
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      I see | thy glo|ry, like | a shoo|ting star,
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      Fall to | the base | earth from | the fir|mament.
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      Thy sun | sets wee/ping in | the low|ly west,
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      Witnes|sing storms | to come,| woe, and | unrest:
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      Thy friends | are fled,| to wait | upon | thy foes,
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      And cross|ly to | thy good | all* for|tune goes.
 
[Exit]

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