Book, Chapter

1    4, 22| sweet wife? What do I finde heere? Passe you all the day and
2    4, 22|     forth and said, Behold, heere is shee for whom you weepe,
3    4, 22|   thou hast more mind to be heere, and carest for nothing
4    5, 26|   tarry and play the harlot heere amongst so many swords.
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