Book, Chapter

 1    1,  3|        for the love of a vile harlot and old strumpet. When Socrates
 2    3, 15|  thyself upon mee mischievous harlot, or rather slay me.~And
 3    3, 17|   this mischievous and wicked harlot with my mouth, or to kicke
 4    4, 22|       voyce, saying: O wicked harlot as thou art, now at length
 5    4, 22|       and the sonne of a vile harlot shall bee accounted the
 6    4, 23|      of spirits? And you (you harlot) doe you not goe to see
 7    5, 26| delight to tarry and play the harlot heere amongst so many swords.
 8    6, 35|    was greatly in love with a harlot of the towne, and accustomed
 9    7, 40|      Bakers wife, which was a harlot.~The Baker which bought
10    7, 41|        but I must run away: O harlot as she is, how hath she
11    8, 46|  suspect the young woman as a harlot and common queane, insomuch
12    8, 46|       her brother, the wicked harlot (weening that she had invented
13    8, 46|    body with this mischievous harlot, and so for ever to remaine
14    8, 46|      my body with this wicked harlot did greatly feare the danger