Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Charles. Now for the honour of the forlorne French:
Puzel. Now am I like that prowd insulting Ship,
Talb. Now like to Whelpes, we crying runne away.
Tal. Now Salisbury, for thee and for the right
Alan. How now my Lords? what all vnreadie so?
Count. But now the substance shall endure the like,
Talb. How say you Madame? are you now perswaded,
Yorke. Now by this Maiden Blossome in my hand,
Keeper. My Lord, your louing Nephew now is come.
Pucell. Now Roan, Ile shake thy Bulwarkes to the
Bastard. Now she is there, how will she specifie?
Charles. Now shine it like a Commet of Reuenge,
Talb. Thanks gentle Duke: but where is Pucel now?
King. Because till now, we neuer saw your face.
Cap. These eyes that see thee now well coloured,
Som. How now Sir William, whether were you sent?
Char. And now to Paris in this conquering vaine,
Char. All will be ours, now bloody Talbots slaine.
Puc. Now ye Familiar Spirits, that are cull'd
Puc. So you do condiscend to helpe me now.