Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Now by S.Saint Iohn, that Newes is bad indeed.
Rich. Nay now dispatch: 'Twas I that stabb'd yong Edward,
Rich. For had I curst now, I had curst my selfe.
1 'Tis euen now at my elbow, perswading me not to
1 My voice is now the Kings, my lookes mine owne.
King. Why so: now haue I done a good daies work.
Prince. For now he liues in Fame, though not in Life.
Yorke. Well, my deare Lord, so must I call you now.
Hast. But now I tell thee (keepe it to thy selfe)
Riuers. To heare her prayer for them, as now for vs:
Rich. Off with his Head; now by Saint Paul I sweare,
Hast. O now I need the Priest, that spake to me:
Rich. And stops he now for breath? Well, be it so.
Mar. Now thy proud Necke, beares halfe my burthen'd yoke,
Lys. How now my loue? Why is your cheek so pale?
Bot. was lofty. Now name the rest of the Players. This
Lys. So I being yong, till now ripe not to reason,
Her. Now I but chide, but I should vse thee worse.
Hel. Nor none in my minde, now you giue her ore.
Hel. (Who euen but now did spurne me with his foote)