Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mel. My arme shall giue thee helpe to beare thee hence,
Mel. For
Mel. The life and death of King John.
Mel. For I do see the cruell pangs of death
Mel. Right in thine eye. Away, my friends, new flight,
Mel. And happie newnesse, that intends old right.
Mel. Exeunt
Mel. Scena Quinta.
Mel. [Act 5, Scene 3]
Mel. Enter Dolphin, and his Traine.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. The Sun of heauen (me thought) was loth to set;
Dol. But staid, and made the Westerne Welkin blush,
Dol. When English measure backward their owne ground
Dol. In faint Retire: Oh brauely came we off,
Dol. When with a volley of our needlesse shot,
Dol. After such bloody toile, we bid good night,
Dol. And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp,
Dol. Last in the field, and almost Lords of it.
Dol. Enter a Messenger.