Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Curt. How say you now? Is not your husband mad?
S. Dro. She that would be your wife, now ran from
Adr. And now he's there, past thought of humane reason.
Dro. For lately we were bound as you are now.
E. Ant. I neuer saw you in my life till now.
Fath. Though now this grained face of mine be hid
S. Dro. She now shall be my sister, not my wife,
Vlys. Now play me Nestor; hum, and stroke thy Beard
Troy. Because we now are full. It was thought meete
Hect. And on the cause and question now in hand,
Nest. What a vice were it in Aiax now⸺
Vlis. And poore in worth: now shall we see tomorrow,
Vlis. But it must grieue yong Pirhus now at home,
Cres. A pestilence on him: now will he be mocking:
Cres. I true? how now? what wicked deeme is this?
Aia. Now cracke thy lungs, and split thy brasen pipe:
Men. Name her not now sir, she's a deadly Theame.
Nest. I neuer saw till now. I knew thy Grandsire,
Achil. Now Hector I haue fed mine eyes on thee,
Agam. So now faire Prince of Troy, I bid goodnight,