Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. turne good husband now Pompey, you will keepe the
Luc. Then Pompey, nor now: what newes abroad Fr
Luc. againe) would eate Mutton on Fridaies. He's now past
Duke. Not of this Countrie, though my chance is now
Pro. 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow
Duke. How now? what noise? That spirit's possest with hast,
Clo. colour'd Satten, which now peaches him a beggar.
Clo. our Trade, and are now for the Lords sake.
Isab. I now begin with griefe, and shame to vtter.
Duke. Away with him to death: Now Sir, to you.
Cam. which cannot chuse but braunch now. Since their more
Leo. As now they are, and making practis’d Smiles
Leo. Be you beneath the Sky: I am angling now,
Leo. (Or I am much deceiu’d) Cuckolds ere now,
Cam. To me a breake‑neck. Happy Starre raigne now,
Her. I neuer wish’d to see you sorry, now
Paul. What dost thou then in prison? Now good Sir,
Her. I haue got strength of limit. Now (my Liege)
Pau. Of what you should forget. Now (good my Liege)
Time. Now take vpon me (in the name of Time)