Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Barn. How now Horatio? You tremble & look pale:
Hor. His fell to Hamlet. Now sir, young Fortinbras,
King. And now Laertes, what's the newes with you?
Laer. Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,
King. But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my Sonne?
Laer. Growes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now,
Laer. And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerch
Pol. Hath giuen me this: now gather, and surmise.
Ophe. Now see that Noble, and most Soueraigne Reason,
Ham. Why looke you now, how vnworthy a thing
Ham. 'Tis now the verie witching time of night,
Kin. To an exploit now ripe in my Deuice,
Ham. VVhere be your Iibes now? Your Gambals? Your
Hem. How to forget that learning: but Sir now,
Ham. The changeling neuer knowne: Now, the next day
King. Now the King drinkes to Hamlet. Come, begin,
We now present. Those that can Pitty, heere
To make that onely true, we now intend,
Card. Now Madam, may his Highnes liue in freedome,
L. San. For sure there's no conuerting of 'em: now