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Capt.
'Tis thought the King is dead, we will not stay;
And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen;
The pale‑fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth,
And leane‑look'd Prophets whisper fearefull change;
Rich men looke sad, and Ruffians dance and leape,
The one in feare, to loose what they enioy,
The other to enioy by Rage, and Warre:
These signes fore‑run the death of Kings.
Farewell, our Countreymen are gone and fled,
As well assur'd Richard their King is dead.