Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Beat. Then, is spoken: fare you well now, and yet ere
Ben. selfe will beare witnesse is praise worthie, and now tell
Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all,
King. What, hast thou beene long blinde, and now restor'd?
Yorke. Which now they hold by force, and not by right:
Elianor. Now thou do'st Penance too. Looke how they gaze,
Queene. But meet him now, and be it in the Morne,
Queene. Now 'tis theSpring, and Weeds are shallow‑rooted,
King. How now? why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
Suf. Now by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Lieu. And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne,
Weauer. But now of late, not able to trauell with her
Cade. I was neuer mine owne man since. How now? Who's
Cade. sently; Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer. Now haue at him.
Cade. So sirs: now go some and pull down the Sauoy:
Cade. Ah thou Say, thou Surge, nay thou Buckram Lord, now
King. But now is Cade driuen backe, his men dispierc'd,
Sal. Now by my Sword, well hast thou fought to day:
Nor. Now Trauers, what good tidings comes frō from you?
North. (Weak'ned with greefe) beingnow inrag'd with greefe,