Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Q. M. And turne you all your hatred now on me?
Q. M. Edward thy Sonne, that now is Prince of Wales,
Mar. Witnesse my Sonne, now in the shade of death,
Rich. That is too cold in thinking of it now:
Yor. Now by my troth, if I had beene remembred,
Qu. The Tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hinde,
Buck. Now in good time, heere comes the Duke of
Hast. Was it so precious to me, as 'tis now:
Hast. How now, Sirrha? how goes the World with thee?
Hast. I tell thee man, 'tis better with me now,
Hast. Now Noble Peeres, the cause why we are met,
Maior. Now faire befall you, he deseru'd his death,
Buck. Which now the louing haste of these our friends,
Rich. Now will I goe to take some priuie order,
Duch. Yorke. Now, for my Life, shee's wandring to the Tower,
Anne. No: why? When he that is my Husband now,
Rich. Young Edward liues, thinke now what I would speake.
Rich. What say'st thou now? speake suddenly, be briefe.
Mar. Where is thy Husband now? Where be thy Brothers?
Mar. Decline all this, and see what now thou art.