Book, Chapter

1    2,  9|  not turn unto repentance. Tush (quoth I) my sweet heart,
2    2, 11|  the chiefest of the city. Tush (sayd I) you speak you cannot
3    3, 13| unto his fellows and sayd, Tush you are but boyes, take
4    5, 31|     Then one of them said, Tush we little esteeme the mischiefe
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