Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Warw. And Clarence, now then it is more then needfull,
Edw. But we now forget our Title to the Crowne,
Edw. Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke:
War. And by thy guesse, how nigh is Clarence now?
Rich. Nay when? strike now, or else the Iron cooles.
Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belou'd,
Warw. Euen now forsake me, and of all my Lands,
Qu. What though the Mast be now blowne ouer‑boord,
Hen. What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte?
King. Therefore we meete not now. Then let me heare
Fal. Now Hal, what time of day is it Lad?
Poy. Now, my good sweet Hony Lord, ride with vs
Blunt. What then he said, so he vnsay it now.
Prince. What, foure? thou sayd'st but two.euen now.
Prin. How now my Lady the Hostesse, what say'st
Falst. inclining to threescore; and now I remember mee, his
King. And euen as I was then, is Percy now:
King. Now by my Scepter, and my Soule to boot,
Falst. How now Lad? is the Winde in that Doore?
Hot. How? haz he the leysure to be sicke now,