Book, Chapter

1    2,  9|       the haire of any woman or deprive her of the colour of her
2    2, 11|     death, neither intend we to deprive the earth of his right,
3    4, 21|       thinke you (quoth she) to deprive our young men of the price
4    4, 22|      lest by your curiosity you deprive your selfe of so great and
5    4, 22|      nor am a woman, but I will deprive her of all her blisse. And
6    4, 22| sharpely, take away thy quiver, deprive thee of thy arrowes, unbend