Book, Chapter

1    1,  5|        was out I cried, O sirrah Hostler where art thou? Open the
2    1,  5|         ride away by and by. The Hostler lying behinde the stable
3    1,  5|      thee? Whereunto the drowsie Hostler half asleepe, and turning
4    1,  5|          that same very time the Hostler came in crying with a loud
5    1,  5|          by the great cry of the Hostler) Socrates as waking out
6    1,  5| countenance, saying, Behold good Hostler, my friend, my companion