Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. 'Tis his owne blame hath put himselfe from rest,
Gon. And must needs taste his folly.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. For his particular, Ile receiue him gladly,
Reg. But not one follower.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. So am I purpose'd,
Gon. Where is my Lord of Gloster?
Gon. Enter Gloster.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Followed the old man forth, he is return'd.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. The King is in high rage.
Corn. Whether is he going?
Glo. He cals to Horse, but will I know not whether.
Corn. 'Tis best to giue him way, he leads himself.