Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1 'Tis now the Kings, and call'd White‑Hall.
Kath. So now (me thinkes) I feele a little ease.
Kath. (Now in his Ashes) Honor: Peace be with him.
Kath. No? Saw you not euen now a blessed Troope
Kath. The Times and Titles now are alter'd strangely
Kath. (And now I should not lye) but will deserue
King. Now Louel, from the Queene what is the Newes.
Lady. Both now, and euer blesse her: 'Tis a Gyrle
Kin. To heare such flattery now, and in my presence
Kin. Thou hast made me now a man, neuer before
Ferdinand. Your oathes are past, and now subscribe your names:
Ber. So you to studie now it is too late,
Clow. True, true, and now you will be my purgation,
Qu. But come, the Bow: Now Mercie goes to kill,
Qu. As I for praise alone now seeke to spill
Kin. What zeale, what furie, hath inspir'd thee now?
Dum. Dark needs no Candles now, for dark is light.
Brag. Now by the salt waue of the mediteranium, a
Brag. Now, vnderstanding that the Curate and your sweet self
Rosa. You tooke the Moone at full, but now shee's