Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. But ne're till now, his Scandall of Retire.
War. And now to London all the crew are gone,
War. Now, if the helpe of Norfolke, and my selfe,
Rich. I, now me thinks I heare great Warwick speak;
Edw. Now periur'd Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace?
War. How now my Lord, what happe? what hope of
Rich. I that did neuer weepe, now melt with wo,
Hen. Now swayes it this way, like a Mighty Sea,
Hen. To sit vpon a hill, as I do now,
Son. And I that (haply) take them from him now,
Ed. Now breath we Lords, good fortune bids vs pause,
Hum. No, neuer such an Oath, nor will not now.
Wid. May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now,
King. Now therefore let vs hence, and lose no howre,
Warw. And come now to create you Duke of Yorke.
Warw. Now for a‑while farewell good Duke of Yorke.
Oxf. What now remaines my Lords for vs to do,
Riu. Warwicke may loose, that now hath wonne the day.
King Edw. Now Brother of Gloster, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
King. Now ioyne your Hands, & with your Hands your Hearts,