Act,  scene

1    1,   1|     always quickest to speak ill of others;~They never fail
2    2,   2|     himself. Such vanity~But ill accords with pious living,
3    2,   2|    account for it, if she do ill.~Think then what perils
4    2,   4|  Causing delay; another day, ill omens:~You’ve met a funeral,
5    4,   1| Would I do so! I bear him no ill will;~I pardon all, lay
6    4,   1|     whom it comes may use it ill~And not employ it, as is
7    4,   5|    know a woman’s heart!~How ill you guess what it would
8    4,   5|      it; and words alone~Can ill assuage our love’s desires.