Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glo. But now it is impossible we should.
Humf. Now Lords, my Choller being ouer‑blowne,
Yorke. Now my good Lords of Salisbury & Warwick,
Sh. And Sir Iohn Stanly is appointed now,
King. What lowring Starre now enuies thy estate?
Suff. Now Sirs, haue you dispatcht this thing?
Cade. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City,
War. Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum,
Qu. Now is it manhood, wisedome, and defence,
Nor. What news, Lord Bardolfe? Every minute now
Host. I beseeke you now, aggrauate your Choler.
Iohn. Now Cousin, wherefore stands our Army still?
P. Hen. How now? Raine within doores, and none
King. And to the English Court, assemble now
King. Acting that argument. And now my death
Warwicke. How now, my Lord Chiefe Iustice, whe
Ch. Iust. Be you contented, wearing now the Garland,
Fal Why now you haue done me right.
Mow. (My natiue English) now I must forgo,
Rich. Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie,