Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Were you not heere but euen now, disguis'd?
Satur. And to our sport: Madam, now shall ye see,
Tam. Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore,
King. Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound,
Ti. And for these bitter teares, which now you see,
Tit. For now I stand as one vpon a Rocke,
Mar. Now let me shew a brothers loue to thee.
Ti. Now stay you strife, what shall be, is dispatcht:
Mar. Ah now no more will I controule my griefes,
Aron. Keepe there, now talke at pleasure of your safety.
Aron. Now to the Gothes, as swift as Swallow flies,
Satur. And now he writes to heauen for his redresse.
Tamo. Thy life blood out: If Aaron now be wise,
Goth. Whose name was once our terrour, now our comfort,
Tit. Oh sweet Reuenge, now do I come to thee,
Titus. And now I find it, therefore binde them sure,
Marc. Now is my turne to speake: Behold this Child,
Marc. And from the place where you behold vs now,
Bea. nable creature. Who is his companion now? He hath
Leo. How now brother, where is my cosen your son: