Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hotsp. For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,
Falst. What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Deuill
Hotsp. Now, when the Lords and Barons of the Realme
King. How now my Lord of Worster? 'Tis not well
Prin. But now, I do respect thee as my Soule.
Ser. Now Ile tell you without asking. My maister is
1. Capu. Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,
Rom. Did my heart loue till now, forsweare it sight,
Tib. Now by the stocke and Honour of my kin,
Iuli. What's he that now is going out of doore?
Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death bed lie,
Mer. Why is not this better now, then groning for
Nur. Now God in heauen blesse thee: harke you sir,
Nur. Now comes the wanton bloud vp in your cheekes,
Rom. And fall vpon the ground as I doe now,
Cap. How now? A Conduit Gyrle, what still in teares?
Pa. Now doe you know the reason of this hast?
Iul. So please you, let me now be left alone;
La. But I will watch you from such watching now.
Nur. What not a word? You take your peniworths now.