Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bap. How now my friend, why dost thou looke so
Pet. Now by the world, it is a lustie Wench,
Pet. Now Kate, I am a husband for your turne,
Bap. Now Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my (daughter?
Gre. Now is the day we long haue looked for,
Bap. Goe girle, I cannot blame thee now to weepe,
Gre. Now take them vp quoth he, if any list.
Tra. I'faith hee'l haue a lustie Widdow now,
Tra. I pray you stand good father to me now,
Pet. Now by my mothers sonne, and that's my selfe,
Petr. And now by Law, as well as reuerent age,
Petr. Why how now gentleman: why this is flat kna
Hor. Yours will not be entreated: Now, where's my wife?
Kate. But now I see our Launces are but strawes:
Hen. And now in England, to our hearts great sorrow,
Yorke. Why how now Sonnes, and Brother, at a strife?
Yorke. Why should I not now haue the like successe?
Queene. I marry Sir, now lookes he like a King:
Yorke. As now I reape at thy too cruell hand.
War. And now to adde more measure to your woes,