Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glo. Froward by nature, Enemie to Peace,
Glo. Lasciuious, wanton, more then well beseemes
Glo. A man of thy Profession, and Degree.
Glo. And for thy Trecherie, what's more manifest?
Glo. In that thou layd'st a Trap to take my Life,
Glo. As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower.
Glo. Beside, I feare me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
Glo. The King, thy Soueraigne, is not quite exempt
Glo. From enuious mallice of thy swelling heart.
Winch. Winch.
Winch. Gloster, I doe defie thee. Lords vouchsafe
Winch. To giue me hearing what I shall reply.
Winch. If I were couetous, ambitious, or peruerse,
Winch. As he will haue me: how am I so poore?
Winch. Or how haps it, I seeke not to aduance
Winch. Or rayse my selfe? but keepe my wonted Calling.
Winch. And for Dissention, who preferreth Peace
Winch. More then I doe? except I be prouok'd.
Winch. No, my good Lords, it is not that offends,
Winch. It is not that, that hath incens'd the Duke: