Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mel. Which bleeds away, euen as a forme of waxe
Mel. Resolueth from his figure 'gainst the fire?
Mel. What in the world should make me now deceiue,
Mel. Since I must loose the vse of all deceite?
Mel. Why should I then be false, since it is true
Mel. That I must dye heere, and liue hence, by Truth?
Mel. I say againe, if Lewis do win the day,
Mel. He is forsworne, if ere those eyes of yours
Mel. Behold another day breake in the East:
Mel. But euen this night, whose blacke contagious breath
Mel. Already smoakes about the burning Crest
Mel. Of the old, feeble, and day‑wearied Sunne,
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.