Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ben. Ho now you strike like the blindman, 'twas the
Ben. Alas poore hurt fowle, now will he creepe into
Leo. This saies shee now when shee is beginning to
Clau. Nay, but his iesting spirit, vvhichwhich is now crept
Claud. Now if you are a maid, answer to this.
Leo. Are you so hasty now? well, all is one.
Car. My Lord of Gloster, now ye grow too hot,
Yorke. Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
Hume. Marry and Shall: but how now, Sir Iohn Hume?
Suff. How now fellow: would'st any thing with me?
Yorke. Now pray my Lord, let's see the Deuils Writ.
Yorke. The King is now in progresse towards Saint Albones,
King. Now God be prays'd, that to beleeuing Soules
Glost. Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by.
King. What e're occasion keepes him from vs now.
Yorke. And I: and now we three haue spoke it,
Suff. But now returne we to the false Duke Humfrey.
King. Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note,
Warw. Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence:
Suf. And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake