Book, Chapter

1    4, 22| went to bring the sorrowful spowse, not to her marriage, but
2    4, 22|  ears) and sayd, O my sweet Spowse and dear wife, fortune doth
3    4, 22|    request, calling him her spowse, her sweetheart, her Joy
4    4, 22|  desire, refresh your deare Spowse Psyches with joy, who is
5    4, 22| weapons, to have thee to my Spowse: And did I seeme a beast
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