Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pem. Pem.
Pem. They say King Iohn sore sick, hath left the field.
Pem. Enter Meloon wounded.
Mel. Mel.
Mel. Lead me to the Reuolts of England heere.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. When we were happie, we had other names.
Pem. It is the Count Meloone.
Sal. Wounded to death.
Mel. Fly Noble English, you are bought and sold,
Mel. Vnthred the rude eye of Rebellion,
Mel. And welcome home againe discarded faith,
Mel. Seeke out King Iohn, and fall before his feete:
Mel. For if the French be Lords of this loud day,
Mel. He meanes to recompence the paines you take,
Mel. By cutting off your heads: Thus hath he sworne,
Mel. And I with him, and many moe with mee,