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• The Tragedy of King Richard the Second: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room In Theduke of Lancaster’spalace.
• Scene III.—: Open Space, Near Coventry. Lists Set Out, and a Throne. Heralds, &c., Attending.
• Scene IV.—: London. a Room In Theking’scastle.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: London. an Apartment In Ely House.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: The Wolds In Gloucestershire.
• Scene IV.—: A Camp In Wales.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Bristol.bolingbroke’scamp.
• Scene II.—: The Coast of Wales. a Castle In View.
• Scene III.—: Wales. Before Flint Castle.
• Scene IV.—: Langley. Theduke of York’sgarden.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: London. Westminster Hall.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: London. a Street Leading to the Tower.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room In Theduke of York’spalace.
• Scene III.—: Windsor. a Room In the Castle.
• Scene IV.—: Another Room In the Castle.
• Scene V.—: Pomfret. the Dungeon of the Castle.
• Scene VI.—: Windsor. an Apartment In the Castle.

Scene IV.—

A Camp in Wales.

EnterSalisburyand a Captain.

Cap.

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.

Sal.

Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman:

The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.

Cap.

’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.

[Exit.

Sal.

Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind

I see thy glory like a shooting star

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.

ACT III.