Book, Chapter

 1    1,  2|       fast in the passage of my throat and stopped my winde in
 2    1,  5|        Socrates, who having his throat cut in such sort, yeelded
 3    1,  5|        up the wide wound of his throat with the Sponge and said,
 4    1,  5|     that Meroe did not spare my throat, mooved with pitty, but
 5    1,  5| diligently looked upon Socrates throat, to see if I could espy
 6    1,  5|        verily I dreamed that my throat was cut, and that I felt
 7    1,  5|         behold the wound in his throat opened wide, and the Sponge
 8    4, 22|          with a ravenous gaping throat, that lieth with thee every
 9    7, 42|     same dagger he cut his owne throat. These things were signified
10    7, 42|         before, he cut his owne throat likewise, in such sort that
11    9, 47|       his head, with a swelling throat, her odoriferous feete were