Book, Chapter

 1    1,  2|           take a new husband. And dost thou live here as a ghost
 2    2, 11|      occasion of thy death: What, dost thou thinke that I cannot
 3    4, 22| contemnest me as a widow, neither dost t thou regard thy valiant
 4    4, 22|       mistresse above thee. What, dost thou make thy selfe ignorant,
 5    4, 22|      about to slay thy selfe? Why dost thou rashly yeeld unto thy
 6    4, 23|   standest thou still Lucius? Why dost thou not looke for thy death?
 7    4, 23|         as it were a swallow: why dost thou not take courage and
 8    4, 23|          by meane of my feet? Why dost thou seek thine own harme,
 9    4, 23|         by the halter said, What, dost thou stumble? Canst thou
10    5, 30|        stollen away our Asse? Why dost thou not rather tell us
11    6, 36|          scoffed me in this sort: Dost thou thinke that I will
12    7, 42|           but that how farre thou dost remove and extend the bounds
13    8, 44|       mother. Moreover since thou dost resemble thy fathers shape
14    8, 45|       taken away the meat) [thou] dost begin to complaine first,
15    9, 48|    greatly accept with mercy, why dost thou delay? Behold the day