Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yor. Now shall he try his friends that flattered him.
Bul. How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now?
North. Then learne to know him now: this is the
York. Things past redresse, are now with me past care.
Rich. What must the King doe now? must he submit?
Gard. Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe.
Rich. Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well,
Rich. Now, marke me how I will vndoe my selfe.
Qu. So, now I haue mine owne againe, be gone,
Rich. I wasted Time, and now doth Time waste me:
Rich. For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke;
Ri. How now? what meanes Death in this rude assalt?
Duke. What haue befalne of them and they till now.
Duke. Now trust me, were it not against our Lawes,
Luci. Heere comes your man, now is your husband nie.
Ant. How now sir, is your merrie humor alter'd?
E. Ant. Euen now, euen here, not halfe an howre since.
Ant. Why how now Dromio, where run'st thou so
Ant. Fie, now you run this humor out of breath,
Dro. Here goe: the deske, the purse, sweet now make