Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pem. It is the Count Meloone.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. Wounded to death.
Mel. Mel.
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,
Mel. Vpon the Altar at S.Saint Edmondsbury.
Mel. Euen on that Altar, where we swore to you
Mel. Deere Amity, and euerlasting loue.
Sal. May this be possible? May this be true?
Mel. Haue I not hideous death within my view,
Mel. Retaining but a quantity of life,