Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Volum. I prythee now sweet Son, as thou hast said
Sicin. To plucke away their power: as now at last,
Vol. Now the Red Pestilence strike al Trades in Rome,
Corio. Oh World, thy slippery turnes! Friends now fast sworn,
Auf. Who now are heere, taking their leaues of mee,
Mene. Now you Companion: Ile say an arrant for you:
Corio. Now by the iealous Queene of Heauen, that kisse
King. (Me thinkes I heare him now) his plausiue words
Old. Cou. My feare hath catcht your fondnesse! now I see
Ber. Was in my Nobler thoughts, most base: is now
Lo. E. aduersaries entertainment. Now he hath a smacke of all
Ber. And now you should be as your mother was
Cap. G. Now God delay our rebellion as we are our
Par. now sir muddied in fortunes mood, and smell somewhat
Kin. Be this sweet Helens knell, and now forget her.
Kin. Take her away, I do not like her now,
Hel. Will you be mine now you are doubly wonne?
King. THe Kings a Begger, now the Play is done,
Qu. Heere is your Seruant. How now Sir? What newes?
Iach. That Lady is not now liuing; or this Gentle