Launce. oh, the dogge is me, and I am my selfe: I, so, so: now
Gen. dead, I blush to say it, he wonne me. Now is the Count Ros
Launce. a veng'ance on't, there 'tis. Now sir, this staffe is my si
Gower.
How now Captaine Mackmorrice, haue you
quit the Mynes? haue the Pioners giuen o're?
Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe, That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes
are now offer'd to your view cur'd, and perfect of their limbes; and all
Gower.
Why, this is an arrant counterfeit Rascall, I
remember him now: a Bawd, a Cut-purse.
Rosin.
are most tyrannically clap't for't: these are now the
Prin.
But now two paces of the vilest Earth
King.
Now followes, that you know young Fortinbras,
Clo. but I am not to say it is a Sea, for it is now the skie, be‑twixt
Orleance.
It is now two a Clock: but let me see, by ten
Wee shall haue each a hundred English men.