Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Warw. Now by Gods, will thou wrong'st him, Somerset:
Mort. And now declare Sweet stem from Yorkes great stock,
Talb. Now where's the Bastards braues, and Charles his glikes?
Talb. Now will we take some order in the Towne,
Pucell. Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his:
Cap. For ere the Glasse that now begins to runne,
2. Mes. Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron,
Som. It is too late, I cannot send them now:
Tal. Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death,
Talb. Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie?
Tal. Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue.
Scout. Into two parties, is now conioyn'd in one,
Puc. See, they forsake me. Now the time is come,
Shep. Wilt thou not stoope? Now cursed be the time
Suf. Margaret shall now be Queene, and rule the King:
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now,
Tra. I marry am I sir, and now 'tis plotted.
Hor. And tell me now (sweet friend) what happie gale
Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our loue,
Bian. Nay then you iest, and now I wel perceiue