Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Winch. He was a King, blest of the King of Kings.
Winch. Vnto the French, the dreadfull Iudgement‑Day
Winch. So dreadfull will not be, as was his sight.
Winch. The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought:
Winch. The Churches Prayers made him so prosperous.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. The Church? where is it?
Glost. Had not Church‑men pray'd,
Glost. His thred of Life had not so soone decay'd.
Glost. None doe you like, but an effeminate Prince,
Glost. Whom like a Schoole‑boy you may ouer‑awe.
Winch. Winch.
Winch. Gloster, what ere we like, thou art Protector,
Winch. And lookest to command the Prince and Realme.
Winch. Thy Wife is prowd, she holdeth thee in awe,
Winch. More then God or Religious Church‑men may.
Glost. Name not Religion, for thou lou'st the Flesh,
Glost. And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st,
Glost. Except it be to pray against thy foes.