Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Quintus. Oh tell me how it is, for nere till now
Satur. And what he is that now is leapt into it.
Deme. So now goe tell and if thy tongue can speake,
Dem. Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame:
Ti. Had she a tongue to speake, now would she say
Mar. Now is a time to storme, why art thou still?
Luci. Now will I to the Gothes and raise a power,
An. So, so, now sit, and looke you eate no more
Moore. Now what a thing it is to be an Asse?
Aron. And now be it knowne to you my full intent.
Tamo. How now good fellow, would'st thou speake with vs?
Aron. Euen now I curse the day, and yet I thinke
Tit. So now bring them in, for Ile play the Cooke,
Marc. Now you haue heard the truth, what say you Romaines?
Ben. loue, With who? now that is your Graces part: marke
Clau. But now I am return'd, and that warre‑thoughts
Clau. Now you talke of a sheet of paper, I remember
Con. I will owe thee an answere for that, and now
Hero. Why how now? do you speake in the sick tune?
Prin. How now, two of my brothers men bound? Bo