Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th'olden time
Wife. And what will you do now? How will you liue?
Rosse. Now is the time of helpe: your eye in Scotland
Macb. And wish th'estate o'th'world were now vndon.
Ant. Now for the loue of Loue, and her soft houres,
Cleo. Not now to heare thee sing. I take no pleasure
Cleo. (For so he cals me:) Now I feede my selfe
Agri. Where now halfe tales be truth's: her loue to both,
Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence,
Lep. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud
Ant. In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter.
Ant. Of me for iests: But now, Ile set my teeth,
Eno. Now hee'l out‑stare the Lightning, to be furious
Ant. Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.
Ant. Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,
Sol. Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
Ant. That which is now a Horse, euen with a thought
Ant. Weepe for my pardon. So it must be, for now
Ant. I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends,
1. Guard. This Charmian liu'd but now, she stood and spake: