Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glost. Hath here distrayn'd the Tower to his vse.
Winch. Winch.
Winch. Here's Gloster, a Foe to Citizens,
Winch. One that still motions Warre, and neuer Peace,
Winch. O're‑charging your free Purses with large Fines;
Winch. That seekes to ouerthrow Religion,
Winch. Because he is Protector of the Realme;
Winch. And would haue Armour here out of the Tower,
Winch. To Crowne himselfe King, and suppresse the Prince.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. I will not answer thee with words, but blowes.
Glost. Here they skirmish againe.
Maior. Maior.
Maior. Naught rests for me, in this tumultuous strife,
Maior. But to make open Proclamation.
Maior. Come Officer, as lowd as e're thou canst, cry:
Maior. All manner of men, assembled here in Armes this day,
Maior. Against Gods Peace and the Kings, wee charge and command
Maior. you, in his Highnesse Name, to repayre to your seuerall dwel
Maior. ling places, and not to weare, handle, or vse any Sword, Wea