[♦]Break up the gates, I’ll be your warrantize:
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? [Gloucester’s men rush at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant speaks within.
15 Woodv. What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
Glou. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
Open the gates; here’s Gloucester that would enter.
Woodv. Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
[20]From him I have express commandment
That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
Glou. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him ’fore me?