Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dio. The tide whereof is now, goodnight great Hector.
Cres. Thy Maister now lies thinking in his bed
Ther. Now they are clapper‑clawing one another, Ile
Ther. Hold thy whore Grecian: now for thy whore
Nest. Now here he fights on Galathe his Horse,
Hect. Had I expected thee: how now my Brother?
Achil. So Illion fall thou: now Troy sinke downe;
Mur. And do you now cull out a Holyday?
Cassi. Brutus, I do obserue you now of late:
Cassi. Is now become a God, and Cassius is
Cassi. Now is it Rome indeed, and Roome enough
Cask. But neuer till to Night, neuer till now,
Cassi. In Pompeyes Porch: for now this fearefull Night,
Bru. Portia: What meane you? wherfore rise you now?
Deci. And know it now, the Senate haue concluded
Cæs How foolish do your fears seeme now Calphurnia?
Cæs. Are we all ready? What is now amisse,
Bru. Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell,
Ant. My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
Ant. If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now,