Chapter 10 second act

First London.One room in Yili's villa Gaunt lay on the bed, the Duke of York and others stood beside him. Will the King of Gaunt come, That I may give my last counsel to his youthful frivolity? York Don't bother yourself, and save your talk, for his ear is not for advice. Gaunt!But people say that a person's last words, like deep music, have a natural power to attract attention; when he is dying, his words will never be in vain, because the truth is often spoken in the midst of painful groans.The opinion of a man who has never spoken again is always more heard than the sarcasm of young pompous people.Just as the setting sun in the evening, the aftertaste at the end of the song, and the last sip of fine wine leave people with the warmest memories, so a person's ending is always more eye-catching than all his life.Though Richard was deaf to my exhortations while I was alive, my dying cry may awaken his deafness.

York No, his ears were plugged with praise.He loves to hear obscene verses and tidbits of what is fashionable in luxurious Italy, whose deeds our backward, imitative country always imitates.What pompous habit in the world, no matter how bad it may be, has not soon found its way into his ears, if it is new?When rational scruples are completely dismissed by a stubborn will, all advice is vain.Instruct not the self-willed man; you can hardly breathe now, so why waste your lips with pain. Gaunt I felt as if a newly-inspired prophet, on his deathbed, foretells his fate thus: His hypocritical and violent rampages must not last long, for the more violent the fire, the easier it is to burn out in an instant ; the drizzle can fall incessantly, and the downpour will stop in a short while; a man who drives too fast will soon feel exhausted; The satiated glutton, after devouring everything, must end up being sacrificed to his own greed.This throne of kings, this isle of oneness, this majestic land, this abode of the god of war, this new Eden-heaven on earth, this place where the goddess of creation defends against poison and war. The fortress she built for herself by trespassing, this birthplace of heroes, this small world, this jewel inlaid in the silvery sea (which was like a wall, or a The ditches along the house, put an end to Xiaoxiao's coveting), this happy land, this England, this nurse, this mother who breeds wise kings and virtuous lords (their birth is watched by the world, and their achievements in righteousness and justice are far away This country, as famous as the Savior's Holy Sepulcher, where so many great souls have been conceived, this dear and beloved country whose fame has spread throughout the world, is now rented out like a house, a field— ―I want to declare this fact when I am dying.England, which is surrounded by raging waves, whose rocky shores repel the sea-god's assault, now Shades of disgrace, black stain, and base contract, England that conquered others, Has now shamefully conquered itself.what!How happy my death would be if this disgrace could disappear with my life!

Enter Richard, King and Queen, Aumerle, Bush, Green, Bagot, Rose, and Willoughby. Here comes the King of York; he is a youthful man, be gentle with him, for a young pony will be more unruly than a young pony. Queen How is my uncle Lancastrian? King Richard How are you, man?What of old and gaunt Gaunt? Gaunt!How fitting those words are to me; old and worn Gaunt, verily, I am worn with old age.Sorrow is in my heart and I am fasting for a long time. How can people who abstain from eating meat not be haggard?For the sake of sleeping England, I have been sleepless for a long time, and sleeplessness makes a person thin and haggard.Looking at the faces of your sons and daughters is the greatest joy for fathers, but I can't enjoy such satisfaction; you have cut off the friendship between us father and son, so I am so haggard.My haggard body will soon go to the grave, and its empty caves will pick up my pile of dry bones.

Would King Richard's patient have the same rhetoric? Gaunt, A man in misery teases himself; As my name seems to be envied by thee, So, great king, for your flattery's sake I mock myself. Should the dying of King Richard flatter the living? No, no, the living flatter the dying. King Richard, you are dying now, and you say you flatter me. Gaunt, no!Although I am sicker than you, you are the one who will die. King Richard I am healthy, I am breathing, and I see you dying. Gaunt The God who made me knows how badly I see your sickness.Although my eyesight is weakened by long illness, I can see that you have gone astray.With your wounded reputation you lie on your land, and your land is your deathbed; like a careless patient, you give your anointed body to those who first wounded Thy quackery; In thy mere crown sits a thousand sycophants, With this small circle encroaching upon thy vast realm.what!Had thy grandfather foresaw what his grandson would do to his flesh, he would have deposed you before the disgrace had come upon you, but now the disgrace has taken you, and your crown will be lost to you own hands.Why, nephew, even if you were the ruler of the whole world, it would be a shame to rent out this land; but this is the only world you have, and is it not shame to add insult to injury?You are now a landowner of England, not its king; your legal status is that of a slave bound by law, and—

KING RICHARD And you're a mad foolish fool, On the privilege of your sickness, Dare to turn me pale with your cruel sneers.By the majesty of my throne, if you were not the brother of the great Edward's son, this unbridled tongue of yours would make your head fall from your lordly shoulders. Gaunt!Do not forgive me, son of my brother Edward; do not forgive me because I am the son of his father Edward.Like the penguin that pecks at its mother's blood, Thou hast drank Edward's blood; My brother Gloucester is a faithful and good man--may he be in heaven with blessed souls! ―He is an example of how you have no sympathy for spilling Edward's blood.Help my disease kill me; may your cruelty, like relentless old age, pluck this long-gone withered flower.May you live in your shame, but let not the shame die with you!May my words forever afflict your soul!Carry me to bed, and then send me to the grave; he that enjoys love and honor finds the joy of life. (The attendant waits for Ke Gangte to exit.)

KING RICHARD Let those old and whining men die; such are you, and such are fit only in the grave. York Your Majesty, pardon his old age, his sickness, his speech; By my life, he loves you As much as his son Henry, Duke of Hereford, If he were here. King Richard Yes, you are right; Hereford loves me, and he loves me; as they love me, so I love them.Let everything be arranged like this. Enter Northumberland. My lord of Northumberland, old Gaunt greets you. King Richard What did he say? Northumberland No, not a word; he's done talking.His tongue is now an unstringed instrument; old Lancaster has consumed his words, life and all.

York May York follow him to perdition!Although death is a bitter thing, it can end the misery of life. King Richard's ripest fruit was first to fall, and so he was; his days were at an end, and yet we must continue our journey.There is no need to say anything else.Now, let's discuss the war in Ireland.We must mow down the rough, shaggy Irish infantry, who, like vipers and beasts, have no right to life in their path but themselves.In view of the great scale and expense of this engagement, I resolved to confiscate all the gold, silver, coins, proceeds, and chattels which my uncle Gaunt had during his lifetime, in order to subsidize our garrison.

York How long shall I bear it?what!How far will my obedient ministers make me tolerate unrighteous disorder?Gloucester's murder, Hereford's banishment, Gaunt's reprimand, Nation's resentment, Poor Bolingbroke's thwarted marriage, My own disgrace, These never made My calm countenance changed color, or once before my king frowned.I am the youngest son of noble Edward, and your father the Prince of Wales is my elder brother, fiercer than a lion in battle, gentler than a lamb in time of peace.His countenance bequeathed to you, for at your age he was just like you; but when he was angry he was on the French and not on his own; his noble hand paid the price, always Retrieving a great harvest, he did not spend what his father had earned for himself; he did not spill the blood of his own, but his hands were only stained with the blood of his kin's enemies.Ah, Richard!York was too sad, otherwise he would never have made such a comparison.

King Richard Hi, uncle, what is the matter? York!Your Majesty, if you want to forgive me, forgive me, otherwise I don't want your forgiveness.Will you take the property and rights of exiled Hereford into your own hands?Gaunt is dead, isn't Hereford still alive?Isn't Gaunt a righteous father and Harry a loyal son?Shouldn't such a father have an heir?Was not his heir a descendant of the Kershaw family?To deprive Hereford of his rights is to destroy the normal practice of tradition; tomorrow does not have to follow today, and you do not have to be yourself, because if it is not according to the legal tradition handed down from father to son and grandchildren, you How to be a king?In the presence of God, I want to say this - may God prevent my words from becoming true! --If you seize Hereford's rights by illegal means, obtain his title certificate from his legal representative, demand the transfer of the whole estate, and ignore his good-natured salute, you To attract a thousand dangers to thee, To lose a thousand hearts of love, Stirs my gentle patience, And reminds me of thoughts that a faithful subject cannot conceive.

KING RICHARD Do what you will, I'll take his gold and silver and land. York Then I must retire for a while; Farewell, my lord.No one knows what will happen next, but we can predict that there will be no good results if we do not follow the right path. (Down.) KING RICHARD Go, Bush, and go at once to the Earl of Wiltshire, and tell him to come and see me at Ely House, and help me with this matter.To-morrow we are leaving for Ireland without further delay.I made my uncle York Governor of England, to take care of my home affairs in my place; for he was a just man, and was always faithful to me.Come, my queen, to-morrow we must part; be merry, for our time is short. (Trumpets play coloratura. Exeunt King Richard, Queen, Bush, Omer, Green, Bagot.)

Lords of Northumberland, the Duke of Lancaster is thus dead. Ross, but he is still alive, because now his son should inherit the title. Willoughby had inherited an empty name with no real benefits. Northumberland, if there is justice in the world, he should be rich and famous. Loth My heart is bursting; but I would rather let it burst in silence Than let an open tongue reveal its secrets. Northumberland Nay, speak your mind; let the tongue be rotten at the roots, whoever tells your words to your disadvantage! Willoughby Does what you say have anything to do with the Duke of Hereford?If so, speak boldly, my friend; My ears are eager for tidings in his favour. I can do him no favors, except for Ross's sympathy for the misappropriation of his hereditary property. As Northumberland swears before God, it is a deplorable thing that such an honorable prince as he must endure such humiliation; suffered a similar fate.The king is no longer himself, and is all fooled by a crowd of sycophants; and if they have anything against any of us, say a few bad words, the king will have a bad opinion of us, our lives, our children, and our inheritance. Those who are punished will be dealt with strictly. The civilians of Los Ross have completely lost their favor because of his excessive taxation; the nobles have completely lost their favor because of his vengeance. Willoughby devises new levies every day, short bills, benevolent taxes, I don't know how many; The Northumberland War did not consume his wealth, because he had not officially participated in the battle, but used despicable compromises to gently ruin the property his ancestors had bought with a knife and a gun.His consumption in peace was greater than that of his ancestors in war. The Earl of Los Wiltshire has been ordered to collect the royal family's tax. King Willoughby is bankrupt, like a broken commoner. In Northumberland, his actions have created a situation where debates boil over and hearts break. Although Ross paid such a heavy tax, he still lacked military funds for his expedition to Ireland this time. He must rob the exiled Duke and use it to save his urgent needs. Northumberland his brother of the same blood; what a low and foolish lord!Yet, my lords, we hear this dreadful tempest sing in the air, and seek no shelter; we see the head wind beating our sails, and we know not to rein and steer, but stand still, Sitting and waiting for the catastrophe of overturning the boat. Loth We can plainly see the doom to which we must suffer; for we have tolerated such a source of evil, that danger is now inevitable. Not so Northumberland; even in death's empty eye sockets I can see the news of life; yet I dare not say how near our good news has come. Willoughby, let us share in your thoughts, as you share in ours. Loth speak with confidence, Northumberland.The three of us are like yourself; you tell us, and you hide your own thoughts in your own heart; so go ahead and speak boldly. Northumberland Then listen: I have word from Port Blanc, a bay in Brittany, that it is Harry, Duke of Hereford, Raynold Cobb, who recently broke with the Duke of Exeter Lord Han, his brother former Archbishop of Canterbury, Sir Thomas Uppingham, Sir John Langsdon, Sir John Nobley, Sir Robert Waterton, Francis Quint, led the All the troops, with eight giant ships supplied by the Duke of Brittany, and three thousand soldiers, marched quickly here, preparing to land on our northern coast in a short time.They deliberately waited for the king to go to Ireland, and then took the opportunity to attack, otherwise they might have landed by this time.If we will cast off the bondage of slavery, And put new feathers upon the broken limbs of our fatherland, Redeem the stained crown from the pawnshop, Wipe the dust that blots the golden light from our royal rods, And restore the majestic throne to it Old glory, then hasten with me to Ravensboro; but if you lack such courage, stay and keep this secret, and let me go alone. Ross on the horse!Get on the horse!Let those who are timid and timid to think twice. Willoughby, get my horse out, and I'll be the first there. (same below.) The second game is the same as before.a room in the palace Enter the Queen, Bush, and Bagot. Miss Bush, you are too sad.When you parted from the king, didn't you promise him that you would be happy, and that the heavy melancholy would not spoil your life? Queen I say this to please the king; but I can't help myself.I know not why I welcome such a guest as Sorrow, save that I have bid farewell to my dear Richard; yet it seems to me that an unborn misfortune, ripe in the womb of fate, is coming to me Approaching, my inner soul trembles with a phantom that does not exist; it is not only parting from my lord that stirs my heart's sorrow. There were twenty shadows in every body of Bush's sorrow, all shaped like the sorrow itself, but they had no real existence; Things are transformed into countless images.Just like a concave-convex mirror, when viewed from the front, you can only see a blur, but when viewed from the side, you can distinguish the shape; because the empress misread the separation from the king this time, she felt more sorrow than parting , in fact, viewed from the front, it is just some phantoms that do not exist.So, virtuous and virtuous lady, don't be sad because of things other than parting; you don't actually see anything, and even if you do see it, it's just a false shadow in the eyes of sorrow, which often mistake imagination for reality and squander it its tears. The queen may be so, but my inner soul convinces me that it is not.In any case, I cannot help grieving; my grief is so heavy that even when I try to think of nothing, the weight of emptiness suffocates me. Bushna is but an idea, ma'am. The Queen is never a thought; Thoughts often spring from some sorrow; and I am not, for my sorrows come from nowhere, and perhaps my empty sorrows have a real basis, and will come to me when the time comes; No one knows its nature, nor can I give it a name; it is a nameless sorrow. Enter Green. Grimm God bless Your Majesty!How are you two friends.I hope the king hasn't set sail for Ireland yet. Queen, why do you wish so?We ought to wish him to hasten, for his plans for this expedition must be carried on swiftly, to have any hope of victory; why then do you wish that he is not aboard yet? Grimm For he is our hope, and we wish him to withdraw his army, To strike the hope of an enemy that has set foot upon our land with might; The men and horses have safely arrived at Ravensborough. Queen God forbid such a thing! Green!Ma'am, this is so real.Worse still, the Earl of Northumberland and his son, the young Henry Pancy, and Lords of Rose, Beaumond, and Willoughby, with their powerful friends, all defected to him. His command went down. Why don't you, queen, declare treason against Northumberland and those rebels? GREEN We have thus declared; and Earl of Worcester, upon hearing it, broke his baton, and resigned his lord lord, and all the servants of the court followed him to Bolingbroke. Queen Green, thou art midwife of my sorrow, Bolingbroke's dreadful offspring of my melancholy, and now my soul has begot her perverted foetus, and I, a wheezing midwife, have Connect sorrow with sorrow, sorrow with sorrow. Bush Don't despair, ma'am. Queen, who can stop me?I want to despair, I want to be the enemy of deceitful hope; he is a sycophant, a gourmet; when death is about to loosen the fetters of life gently, false hope takes his hand lingering in misery. Enter York. Here comes the Duke of Greenyock. On his old neck hangs the emblems of war; ah!His face is full of worries!Uncle, for God's sake, say something reassuring. York If I say that, I don't mean it.The comfort is in heaven, and we are all earthly beings, and there is nothing in this world but sorrow, distress, and sorrow.Your husband went far away to secure his territory, but others came into his house and plundered his property, leaving me, old and feeble, unable to take care of myself, to support the house for him.Like an over-drunk man, now is his time to feel his chest twitch; now he can test whether those friends who flatter him are really treating him. Enter a Servant. Sergeant servant, my son has gone before I get home. York he went?Ouch, good!Let's go our separate ways!The nobles have all fled, and the civilians have a cold attitude. I'm afraid they will help Hereford to make trouble.Well, go to Prasey and greet my sister-in-law, Lady Gloucester, and ask her to send me a thousand pounds at once.You take this ring as proof. My lord, I forgot to tell you that when I passed there today, I went in to visit; but it will make you sad to hear it. What's the matter with York, boy? Servant An hour before I entered, the Duchess was dead. York Merciful God!What a tidal wave of sorrow, one after another, rushes upon this unhappy country!I don't know what to do; I wish God would let the king take my head off at the same time as my brother's, if he didn't kill me for any disloyalty.what!Is there no urgent messenger sent to Ireland?How should we deal with these war expenses?Come, sister-in-law—forgive me, I should say niece.Go, man, you go to the house, get some cars ready, and get all the armor there. (Exit Servant) My friends, would you like to recruit some soldiers?I really don't know what to do with the affairs that are thrown into my hands like a heap of tangles.Both are my kinsmen: the one is my king, and according to my oath and my duty, I should do my best to defend him; And my relatives, I should also uphold justice for him.Well, we always have to figure out a way.Come, niece, I want to settle you down first.My friends, go and gather soldiers, and meet me at Berkeley's castle at once.I should go to Placi again, but time will not allow me.Everything is a mess, everything is turned upside down. (Exit The Duke and Queen of York.) The emissaries Bush sent to Ireland to find out the news, had a good wind to look after them, but none of them came back.It is quite impossible for us to raise an army that can stand up to the enemy. Green and our close relationship with the king is especially easy to arouse the hatred of those who are dissatisfied with the king. That's the capricious populace, Bagot; whose love is in their purses, and whoever empties their purses fills their bosoms with venomous hatred. Bush was the king who was reprimanded by the common people. Bagot If they have the power to condemn, so shall we, for we have been very dear to the king. Well, Green, I'm going at once to take shelter at Bristol Fort; the Earl of Wiltshire has been there first. Bush I'll go with you too; for a hated populace ain't gonna do us no good but tear us to pieces like dogs.Would you like to go with us too? Bagot No, I'm going to Ireland to see the king.Good-bye; and if the premonitions of the heart are not vain, the three of us shall not see each other again after parting here. Bush It depends on whether York can drive Bolingbroke off. Green Alas, poor duke!His work was like counting the sand and drinking the sea; for one man fighting beside him, a thousand turned and fled.Farewell, we are farewell forever. Bush Uh, maybe we will meet again one day. Bagot I fear not. (Exit each.) Scene 3 Gloucestershire Fields Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberland with an army. Lord Bolingbroke, how far is it to Berkeley? Northumberland To tell you the truth, my lord, I am a complete stranger here in Gloucestershire; These high barren hills and rough roads Made our journey seem long and tiring; Listening to your clear words and witty words makes me relish, happy and forgetful.I think of the wearisome journey of Rose and Willoughby from Ravensborough to Cotswald, without a companion like your Highness; but they may use such Hope to console myself that they may soon enjoy the happiness that I now enjoy; and with hope no less joy than in reality, these two hard-working gentlemen may forget the distance of their way, Just as I tirelessly follow your side. Bolingbroke You are too eloquent, and you value me too much.But who is coming? Enter Henry Pancy. Northumberland That's my boy Harry Pansy, my brother Worster sent him, though I don't know where he is now.How is your uncle, Harry? Father Henry Pansy, I was just about to ask you how he is doing. What about Northumberland, is he not with the queen? Henry Pansy No, father, he has left the court, broken his baton, and dismissed the royal servants. Northumberland Why did he do it?The last time I spoke to him, he wasn't as determined. Henry Pansy He left office because he heard them declare you a traitor.But, father, he has gone to Ravensborough, and surrendered to the Duke of Hereford; and he told me to pass Berkeley, and find out how much the Duke of York raised there, and then go to Ravensborough. Northumberland boy, have you forgotten the Duke of Hereford? Henry Pansy No, father; I don't forget him if I don't remember him; I never saw him in my life. Northumberland Then you may know him now: this is the duke. My lord, Henry Pansy, I pledge my allegiance to you; I am but a boy now, but the years will make me do you more service. Bolingbroke Thank you, good Pansy.Believe me, the only thing I am proud of is that I have a friendly soul; and if I am rich and rich through your kind assistance, I will never fail your kindness.My heart makes such a covenant, and my hand makes a solemn pledge to you. How far is it from Northumberland to Berkeley?What did good old York lead his warriors there? Henry Pancy's place where there is a clump of trees is the castle. As far as I can find out, there are three hundred soldiers in the castle; Lords York, Berkeley, and Seymour are all in it, and there is nothing else famous people. Enter Rose and Willoughby. From Northumberland came Lord Ross and Willoughby, running so red and bursting with veins in their faces from their haste to go without stopping. Bolingbroke welcomes, lords.I know that with all your hearts you are chasing a desperate traitor.All my present riches are but empty thanks; when my purse is full, your kindness and labor shall be rewarded by them. It is our great luck that Ross can see His Highness's face. Willoughby's kindness is more than worth our labors. Bolingbroke Thanksgiving is the only capital of the poor. Till my childish destiny is ripe, I can only use gratitude as a generous gift.But who is coming? Enter Buckley. Northumberland I think this is Lord Berkeley. Lord Buckley Hereford, I have come to speak to you by order. My answer, Lord Bolingbroke, is that you should speak to the Duke of Lancaster.The purpose of my coming is to claim this title from England; I must hear such a title from you before I can answer your question. Don't get me wrong, Berkeley, Your Highness, I didn't mean to revoke your title without authorization.Whatever duke you are, I am ordering the Duke of York, the most benevolent regent in this land, to ask you why, when there is no master in this country, you want to disturb us by means of fratricide Domestic peace? Enter York, with his attendants. Bolingbroke I don't need your word; the old man has come himself.My honorable uncle! (kneel.) York Show me your humble heart; bow not to me, that's a deceitful and false salute. Bolingbroke, my kind uncle— York Duh!Duh!Don't say mercy to me, still less call me uncle; I am not the uncle of a traitor; nor should the word "mercy" come from the mouth of a cruel man.Why darest thou let thy banished feet trample the soil of England?Why darest thou drive in, And ravage its peaceful breast, And terrify its cowardly country with wars, and the parade of loathsome weapons?Do you want to spy on the divine weapon because the king appointed by the heaven is not in the country?Humph, silly boy!The king has not left his country, his power has been entrusted to me.Back then, your father, the brave Gunter, and I rescued the young God of War, the Black Prince, from the siege of tens of thousands of French troops; unfortunately, my arm is paralyzed now, and I can no longer lift it. Youthful courage, or how swiftly it will punish your faults! Bolingbroke My merciful uncle, let me know my fault; what is my charge, and on what point have I erred? York, you have committed the most heinous crimes of disorder and treason. You are an exiled exile, but you dare to return to your country and rebel against your lord before your time limit expires. Bolingbroke When I was exiled, I was exiled in the name of Hereford; and now I come back, claiming the title of Lancaster.Honorable uncle, look at my humiliation with fair eyes; you are my father, because I see old Gaunt alive in you; ah!Then, my father, do you have the heart to let me be a wandering vagabond, my rights and property are plundered by violence, and then squandered by those nobles?Why did I have to be born into this world?If my brother is King of England, I am, of course, duke of Lancaster.You have a son, my good brother Aumerle; and if you die first, and he is so mistreated, he will find a father in his uncle Gaunt to avenge him.Although I have a certificate of title, they do not allow me to claim control of my father's estate; everything he owned during his lifetime has been confiscated, confiscated, sold, and used for improper purposes.What do you think I should do?I am a subject of a state, and claim the relief of the law; but no advocate can speak for me, so I am obliged to claim my hereditary succession myself. The noble Duke of Northumberland was indeed taken too far. His Royal Highness Ross should uphold justice for him. Willoughby, the mean villain, was worth ten times as much by stealing his property. York Lords of England, let me tell you this: I too sympathize with the humiliation of my nephew, whose rights I did my best to secure; It is absolutely unacceptable to mobilize people to come here violently, to use violence to open their own way, and to seek justice by unjust means; traitor to the country. The noble duke of Northumberland has sworn that his return was but to claim his own right; To assist him in this purpose, we have all sworn to give him full aid; whoever Broke that oath, may he never be happy! York Well, well, I know how this fight will turn out.I admit that I am powerless to save the situation, for my army is weak; but by the Creator who gave me life, if I could, I would catch you together, and put you on the throne of the king.之前匍匐乞命；可是我既然没有这样的力量，我只能向你们宣布，我继续站在中立者的地位。再会吧；要是你们愿意的话，我很欢迎你们到我们堡里来安度一宵。 波林勃洛克叔父，我们很愿意接受您的邀请；可是我们必须先劝您陪我们到勃列斯托尔堡去一次；据说那一处城堡现在为布希、巴各特和他们的党徒所占领，这些都是祸国殃民的蠹虫，我已经宣誓要把他们歼灭。 约克也许我会陪你们同去；可是我不能不踟蹰，因为我不愿破坏我们国家的法律。我既不能把你们当作友人来迎接，也不能当作敌人。无可挽救的事，我只好置之度外了。 (same below.) Fourth Wales.the camp 萨立斯伯雷及一队长上。 队长萨立斯伯雷大人，我们已经等了十天之久，好容易把弟兄们笼络住了，没有让他们一哄而散；可是直到现在，还没有听见王上的消息，所以我们只好把队伍解散了。Goodbye. 萨立斯伯雷再等一天吧，忠实的威尔士人；王上把他全部的信任寄托在你的身上哩。 队长人家都以为王上死了；我们不愿意再等下去。我们国里的月桂树已经一起枯萎；流星震撼着天空的星座；脸色苍白的月亮用一片血光照射大地；形容瘦瘠的预言家们交头接耳地传述着惊人的变化；富人们愁眉苦脸，害怕失去他们所享有的一切；无赖们鼓舞雀跃，因为他们可以享受到战争和劫掠的利益：这种种都是国王们死亡没落的预兆。再会吧，我们那些弟兄们因为相信他们的理查王已经不在人世，早已纷纷走散了。 (Down.) 萨立斯伯雷啊，理查！凭着我的沉重的心灵之眼，我看见你的光荣像一颗流星，从天空中降落到卑贱的地上。你的太阳流着泪向西方沉没，看到即将到来的风暴、不幸和扰乱。你的朋友都投奔你的敌人去了，命运完全站在和你反对的地位。 (Down.)