Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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York. Were I but now the Lord of such hot youth,
Rich. For on my heart they tread now, whilest I liue;
Fitz. Now by my Soule, I would it were this houre.
Rich. And know not now, what Name to call my selfe.
Dut. But now I know thy minde; thou do'st suspect
Bul. And now chang'd to the Begger, and the King.
Dut. I neuer long'd to heare a word till now:
Rich. Now sir, the sound that tels what houre it is,
Exton. For now the diuell, that told me I did well,
Merch. Oh had the gods done so, I had not now
Ant. What now? How chance thou art return'd so soone.
S. Dr. Hold sir, for Gods sake, now your iest is earnest,
Adri. How comes it now, my Husband, oh how comes it,
Ant. Or sleepe I now, and thinke I heare all this?
Mar. Nor now I had not, but that I am bound
Gold. Come, come, you know I gaue it you euen now.
Adr. Euen now a tailor cal'd me in his shop,
Cur. I see sir you haue found the Goldsmith now:
Cur. My way is now to hie home to his house,
An. How now sir? Haue you that I sent you for?