Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Mel. Euen this ill night, your breathing shall expire,
Mel. Paying the fine of rated Treachery,
Mel. Euen with a treacherous fine of all your liues:
Mel. If Lewis, by your assistance win the day.
Mel. Command me to one Hubert, with your King;
Mel. The loue of him, and this respect besides
Mel. (For that my Grandsire was an Englishman)
Mel. Awakes my Conscience to confesse all this.
Mel. In lieu whereof, I pray you beare me hence
Mel. From forth the noise and rumour of the Field;
Mel. Where I may thinke the remnant of my thoughts
Mel. In peace: and part this bodie and my soule
Mel. But I do loue the fauour, and the forme
Mel. Of this most faire occasion, by the which
Mel. We will vntread the steps of damned flight,
Mel. And like a bated and retired Flood,
Mel. Leauing our ranknesse and irregular course,
Mel. Stoope lowe within those bounds we haue ore‑look'd,
Mel. And calmely run on in obedience
Mel. Euen to our Ocean, to our great King Iohn.