Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. Must by the hungry now be fed vpon:
Con. But now will Canker‑sorrow eat my bud,
Pan. Now heare me speake with a propheticke spirit:
Pan. Now that their soules are topfull of offence,
Hub. Reade heere yong Arthur. How now foolish rheume?
Iohn. Vnder the tide; but now I breath againe
Sal. Our greefes, and not our manners reason now.
Bast. Now for the bare‑pickt bone of Maiesty,
Bast. Now Powers from home, and discontents at home
Bast. Now happy he, whose cloake and center can
Hen. Leaues them inuisible, and his siege is now
Iohn. I marrie, now my soule hath elbow roome,
Bast. Now, these her Princes are come home againe,
Iu. Now kisse, embrace, contend, doe what you will.
Ant. How now? What Letter are you reading there?
Val. Now trust me (Madam) it came hardly‑off:
Val. Comes all the praises that I now bestow.)
Val. Now, no discourse, except it be of loue:
Pro. I cannot now proue constant to my selfe,
Pro. For which, the youthfull Louer now is gone,