Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alc. Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush,
Bar. 'Tis now strook twelue, get thee to bed Francisco.
Mar. Good now sit down, & tell me he that knowes
Hor. Whose Image euen but now appear'd to vs,
Ham. So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
Polon. Videlicet, a Brothell, or so forth. See you now;
Pol. Mad let vs grant him then: and now remaines
Ham. Hath now this dread and blacke Complexion smear'd
Ham. Now is he to take Geulles, horridly Trick'd
Ham. I so, God buy'ye: Now I am alone.
Ham. And loose the name of Action. Soft you now,
Ham. No, nor mine. Now my Lord, you plaid once
King. I do beleeue you. Think what now you speak:
King. Which now like Fruite vnripe stickes on the Tree,
Ham. How now, a Rat? dead for a Ducate, dead.
Ham. This was your Husband. Looke you now what followes.
Ham. Is now most still, most secret, and most graue,
Mes. And as the world were now but to begin,
Kin. Now feare I this will giue it start againe;
Ham. Why ee'n so: and now my Lady Wormes,