Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tri. art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art
Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel
Gon. Whose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde
Gon. Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you
Pro. That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our Kings,
King. Now are we well resolu'd, and by Gods helpe
King. Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure
King. For we haue now no thought in vs but France,
King. There is the Play-house now, there must you sit,
Nym. That now I wil haue: that's the humor of it.
King. For your great Seats, now quit you of great shames:
King. And tell thy King, I doe not seeke him now,
Erping. Since I may say, now lye I like a King.
Ape. E'ne as Apemantus does now,hate a Lord with
Luci. deale of Honour? Seruilius, now before the Gods I am
Ser. This was my Lords best hope, now all are fled
Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of Harlots.
Ape. A Madman so long, now a Foole: what think'st