Book, Chapter

1    1,  5|    bepissed mee until I was wringing wet. When this was over
2    1,  5|  soule, naked and cold, and wringing wet with pisse, like to
3    2,  8|  And so I waxed joyful, and wringing my selfe out of her company,
4    3, 12| with my legges acrosse, and wringing my hands, I weeped in most
5    5, 25|  beheld, he turned himselfe wringing his nose, and blamed them