Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puc. Vnder the Lordly Monarch of the North,
Puc. Appeare, and ayde me in this enterprize.
Puc. Enter Fiends.
Puc. This speedy and quicke appearance argues proofe
Puc. Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
Puc. Now ye Familiar Spirits, that are cull'd
Puc. Out of the powerfull Regions vnder earth,
Puc. Helpe me this once, that France may get the field.
Puc. They walke, and speake not.
Puc. Oh hold me not with silence ouer‑long:
Puc. Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
Puc. Ile lop a member off, and giue it you,
Puc. In earnest of a further benefit:
Puc. So you do condiscend to helpe me now.
Puc. They hang their heads.
Puc. No hope to haue redresse? My body shall
Puc. Pay recompence, if you will graunt my suite.
Puc. They shake their heads.
Puc. Cannot my body, nor blood‑sacrifice,
Puc. Intreate you to your wonted furtherance?