Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mor. As Fish are in a Pond. But now the Bishop
Fal. stand vpon Security? The horson smooth‑pates doe now,
Arch. And now thou would'st eate thy dead vomit vp,
Arch. Cri'st now, O Earth, yeeld vs that King agine,
La. When you were more endeer'd to it, then now,
Host. Sweet‑heart, me thinkes now you are in an ex
Falst. knocking at the doore? How now? what's the mat
King. And that same word, euen now cryes out on vs:
Falst. the Fashion: And now is this Vices Dagger become a
King. And now my Sight fayles, and my Braine is giddie.
King. O me, come neere me, now I am much ill.
King. Now, where is hee, that will not stay so long,
King. For now a time is come, to mocke at Forme.
Prin. Now doth it turne, and ebbe backe to the Sea,
Fal. I prethee now deliuer them, like a man of this
Pist. Sir Iohn, thy tender Lamb‑kinne, now is King,
Officer. againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you
Mow. And now my tongues use is to me no more,
Bul. As now our flesh is banish'd from this Land.
Gau. Now he that made me, knowes I see thee ill: