Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corn. Though well we may not passe vpon his life
Corn. Without the forme of Iustice: yet our power
Corn. Shall do a curt'sie to our wrath, which men
Corn. May blame, but not comptroll.
Corn. Enter Gloucester, and Seruants.
Corn. Who's there? the Traitor?
Reg. Reg.
Reg. Ingratefull Fox, 'tis he.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Binde fast his corky armes.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. What meanes your Graces?
Glou. Good my Friends consider you are my Ghests:
Glou. Do me no foule play, Friends.
Corn. Binde him I say.
Reg. Hard, hard: O filthy Traitor.
Glou. Vnmercifull Lady, as you are, I'me none.