Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glost. Glost.
Glost. Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
Glost. There's none Protector of the Realme, but I:
Glost. Breake vp the Gates, Ile be your warrantize;
Glost. Shall I be flowted thus by dunghill Groomes?
Glost. Glosters men rush at the Tower Gates, and Wooduile
Glost. the Lieutenant speakes within.
Wooduile. Wooduile.
Wooduile. What noyse is this? what Traytors haue
Wooduile. wee here?
Glost. Lieutenant, is it you whose voyce I heare?
Glost. Open the Gates, here's Gloster that would enter.
Wooduile. Haue patience Noble Duke, I may not open,
Wooduile. The Cardinall of Winchester forbids:
Wooduile. From him I haue expresse commandement,
Wooduile. That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
Glost. Faint‑hearted Wooduile, prizest him 'fore me?