Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hen. No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
Edw. Now stops thy Spring, my Sea shall suck them dry,
Warw. The Wrinckles in my Browes, now fill'd with blood,
Warw. Loe, now my Glory smear'd in dust and blood.
King. And now what rests, but that we spend the time
Fal. Indeed you come neere me now Hal, for we that
Pointz. Now shall we know if Gads hill haue set a
Fal. Now my Masters, happy man be his dole, say I:
Prin. I am now of all humors, that haue shewed them
Prin. them, and were Masters of their Wealth: mark now how
Falst. tell mee now, thou naughtie Varlet, tell mee, where hast
Glend. From whom you now must steale, and take no leaue,
King. Which now doth that I would not haue it doe,
King. How now good Blunt? thy Lookes are full of speed.
Hostesse. Now was I am a true Woman, Holland of eight
Falst. And now, my whole Charge consists of Ancients, Cor
King. As now we meet. You haue deceiu'd our trust,
Dow. Now by my Sword, I will kill all his Coates,
Prin. What, is it a time to iest and dally now.
Hot. Thy name in Armes, were now as great as mine.