Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Now good digestion waite on Appetite,
Hec. And now about the Cauldron sing
Wife. Now God helpe thee, poore Monkie:
Doct. What is it she do's now?
Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Mece. Now Anthony, must leaue her vtterly.
Ant. Well, well, we shall thriue now.
Cleo. Then Anthony; but now. Well on.
Scar. But now 'tis made an H.
Cleo. Now Iras, what think'st thou?
Senat. Not in this heat, Sir, now.
Corio. Now as I liue, I will.
Com. But now 'tis oddes beyond Arithmetick,
Menen. Should now eate vp her owne.
Volum. Now humble as the ripest Mulberry,
Brut. Now we haue shewne our power,
Volum. Now pray sir get you gone.
Mene. At Coriolanus Exile. Now he's comming,
1 Now sir, is your name Menenius?
Par. A drumme now of the enemies.