Book, Chapter

 1    8, 44|        arose a sage and ancient Physitian, a man of a good conscience
 2    8, 44|       poyson himselfe. When the Physitian had spoken these words you
 3    8, 44|      stoutly affirmed, that the Physitian did lye. But the Physitian
 4    8, 44|      Physitian did lye. But the Physitian perceiving that he was rayled
 5    8, 44|       mischievous mind. But the Physitian perceiving that the menaces
 6    8, 44|         opinion of this ancient Physitian was found good, and every
 7    8, 44|   hanged on a Gallowes, and the Physitian had the Crownes, which was
 8    8, 46|      parts of his body. But the Physitian in stead of that drinke
 9    8, 46|      which she had promised the Physitian, staid the pot with her
10    8, 46|       saying: I pray you master Physitian, minister not this drinke
11    8, 46|   husband, may be apparent. The Physitian being greatly troubled at
12    8, 46|      drunke up the residue. The Physitian would have gone immediately
13    8, 46|        of the whole body of the Physitian, in such sort that with
14    8, 46| empoysoned both the wife of the Physitian and her owne daughter: The