Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Go, speake not to me; euen now be gone.
Whit. How now? why starts thou? What doth death affright?
Lieu. Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth,
Hol. They haue the more neede to sleepe now then.
King. How now? What newes? Why com'st thou in
Cade. And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any,
King. And now is Yorke in Armes, to second him.
War. How now my Noble Lord? What all a‑foot.
Yorke. So let it helpe me now against thy sword,
Qu. And where this breach now in our Fortunes made
War. Now by my hand (Lords) 'twas a glorious day.
North. Let Heauen kisse Earth: now let not Natures hand
Hast. Should be still‑borne: and that we now possest
Arch. And being now trimm'd in thine owne desires,
Ch. Iust. How now sir Iohn? What are you brauling here?
Ch. Iust. Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great
Poin. must you be blushing? Wherefore blush you now? what
Falst. and was a worthy King: How now Mistris Dol?
Host. come to London. Now Heauen blesse that sweete Face
King. Did speake these words (now prou'd a Prophecie:)