Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. many pocky Coarses now adaies, that will scarce hold
Ham. Ieering? Quite chopfalne? Now get you to my Ladies
Laer. Now pile your dust, vpon the quick, and dead,
Ham. Does it not, thinkst thee, stand me now vpon
Nor. Till this time Pompe was single, but now married
Nor. Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Maske
Buck. (Who cannot erre) he did it. Now this followes,
L. Ch. That sure th'haue worne out Cistendome: how now?
1. That labour Sir. All's now done but the Ceremony
Louell. Were hid against me, now to forgiue me frankly.
Buck. Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Sonne,
2. Is found a truth now: for it growes agen
Wol. Who can be angry now? What Enuy reach you?
Que. When you are cald returne. Now the Lord helpe,
Quee. And all the Fellowship I hold now with him
King. If what I now pronounce, you haue found true:
Car. I haste now to my Setting. I shall fall
Car. I dare, and must deny it. Now I feele
Sur. Now, if you can blush, and crie guiltie Cardinall,
Card. I dare now call mine owne. O Cromwel, Cromwel,