Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Shal. good to see. How a score of Ewes now?
West. You speak (Lord Mowbray) now you know not what.
Iohn. Then now to see you heere an Iron man
Iohn. Now Falstaffe, where haue you beene all this while?
Iohn. And now dispatch we toward the Court (my Lords)
King. And pawse vs, till these Rebels, now a‑foot,
West. There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd,
King. I cut them off: and had a purpose now
Cla. Wel, you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire,
Ch. Iust. I cannot now speake, I will heare you soone:
King. Now by my Scepters awe, I make a vow,
Mow. Too farre in yeeres to be a pupill now:
Mow. Farewell (my Liege) now no way can I stray,
Gr. Now for the Rebels, which stand out in Ireland,
Gaunt. Is now Leas'd out (I dye pronouncing it)
Gaunt. Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
Rich. Thou now a dying, sayst thou flatter'st me.
Rich. So much for that. Now for our Irish warres,
Ross. And liuing too, for now his sonne is Duke.
Yor. Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made,