Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Flu. Enter Warwick and Gloucester.
Warw. Warw.
Warw. How now, how now, what's the matter?
Flu. Flu.
Flu. My Lord of Warwick, heere is, praysed be God for it, a most contagious Treason come to light, looke you, as you shall desire in a Summers day. Heere is his Maiestie.
Flu. Enter King and Exeter.
King. King.
King. How now, what's the matter?
Flu. My Liege, heere is a Villaine, and a Traytor, that looke your Grace, ha's strooke the Gloue which your Maiestie is take out of the Helmet of Alan- son.
Will. Will.
Will. My Liege, this was my Gloue, here is the fellow of it: and he that I gaue it to in change, promis'd to weare it in his Cappe: I promis'd to strike him, if he did: I met this man with my Gloue in his Cappe, and I haue been as good as my word.
Flu. Your Maiestie heare now, sauing your Maiesties Manhood, what an arrant rascally, beggerly, lowsie Knaue it is: I hope your Maiestie is peare me testimonie and witnesse, and will auouchment, that this is the Gloue of Alanson, that your Maiestie is giue me, in your Con- science now.
King. Giue me thy Gloue Souldier;
King. Looke, heere is the fellow of it:
King. 'Twas I indeed thou promised'st to strike,
King. And thou hast giuen me most bitter termes.