Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. Now my sworne Friend, and then mine Enemy;
Her. What wisdome stirs amongst you? Come Sir, now
Leo. Of stuff’d‑sufficiency: Now, from the Oracle
Leo. And call me Father? better burne it now,
Her. As I am now vnhappy; which is more
Leo. Doe strike at my Iniustice. How now there?
Time. Now seemes to it: your patience this allowing,
Time. To speake of Perdita, now growne in grace
Pol. pile, but now I am out of seruice.
Aut. ment. How now (Rustiques) whither are you bound?
Lord. Camillo (Sir:) I spake with him: who now
Leo. I now goe toward him: therefore follow me,
That corp's, that coffin now besticke those bayes,
King Iohn. NOw say Chatillion, what would France with vs?
Ele. Which now the mannage of two kingdomes must
Bast. I shall beseech you; that isd question now,
Iohn. And now insteed of bulletts wrapt in fire
Old Qu. Thy now vnsur d assurance to the Crowne,
Old Qu. Least zeale now melted by the windie breath
Iohn. (Except this Cittie now by vs besiedg'd)