Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Chat. Then now the English bottomes haue waft o're,
Con. Now shame vpon you where she does or no.
Bast. And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men
Iohn. Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads,
Con. And though thou now confesse thou didst but iest
Const. But now in Armes, you strengthen it with yours.
Const. And dost thou now fall ouer to my foes?
Fra. As now againe to snatch our palme from palme:
Blan. Now shall I see thy loue, what motiue may
Bast. Now by my life, this day grows wondrous hot,
Iohn. I could be merry now, Hubert, I loue thee.
Art. O now you looke like Hubert. All this while
Ioh. With these ill tydings: Now? What sayes the world
Bast. Is fled to heauen: and England now is left
Iohn. Now keep your holy word, go meet the French,
Dol. And shall I now giue ore the yeelded Set?
Bast. The youth saies well. Now heare our English King,
Mes. This newes was brought to Richard but euen now,
Mel. What in the world should make me now deceiue,
Pem. Then when you left him; euen now he sung.