Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Cres. Now my sweet gardian: harke a word with you.
Cres. It is no matter now I haue't againe.
Vlis. Nor mine my Lord: Cressid was here but now.
Achil. Now doe I see thee; haue at thee Hector.
Mur. And do you now put on your best attyre?
Mur. And do you now strew Flowers in his way,
Cæs. What sayst thou to me now? Speak once againe,
Cassi. If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
Cassi. Now could I (Caska) name to thee a man,
Cassi. Let it be who it is: for Romans now
Cassi. Now know you, Caska, I haue mou'd already
Calp. Yet now they fright me: There is one within,
Ant. Haue stood against the World: Now lies he there,
Ant. If you haue teares, prepare to shed them now.
Ant. O now you weepe, and I perceiue you feele
Ant. Now let it worke: Mischeefe thou art a‑foot,
Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true.
Cla. Hath moou'd his Highnesse to commit me now.
Rich. For now they kill me with a liuing death.
Rich. But now thy Beauty is propos'd my Fee,