Act,  scene

1    1,   1|       that~I’ve said a hundred times to my poor son,~Your father,
2    1,   2|         you would say he’s ten times worse!~His conduct in our
3    1,   2|   brother, loves him~A hundred times as much as mother, son,~
4    1,   6|       ogles her, and seems~Six times as jealous as I am myself.~
5    1,   6|     preached to you a score of times~That you’ll draw down some
6    2,   3| question? Have I not~A hundred times laid bare my heart to you?~
7    3,   3|   sighs, have spoke a thousand times;~Now, to express it all,
8    3,   7| quarrels.~I see what troublous times I bring upon you,~And think ’
9    5,   3|        must I say it~A hundred times, and din it in your ears?~