Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. And weepe ye now, seeing she is aduan'st
Rom. An if a man did need a poyson now,
Pri. To see thy Sonne and Heire, now early downe.
Mac. Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
La. They haue made themselues, and that their fitnesse now
Macb. Now, if you haue a station in the file,
Lady. How now, my Lord, why doe you keepe alone?
Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,
Macb. And there an end: But now they rise againe
Macb. When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
Lord. All which we pine for now. And this report
Wife. I haue done no harme. But I remember now
Mal. Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnesse
Macd. Fell slaughter on their soules: Heauen rest them now.
Ang. Nothing in loue: Now do's he feele his Title
Macb. Will cheere me euer, or dis‑eate me now.
Cæsar. (It wounds thine Honor that I speake it now)
Ant. The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now,
Agri. And all great feares, which now import their dangers,
Anth. Now sirrah: you do wish your selfe in Egypt?