Book, Chapter

 1    2, 11|     witches, for hee was the son of one of the chiefest of
 2    4, 22|   whom she declared that her son was burned and in danger
 3    4, 22|    family of Venus) that her son doth nothing but haunt harlots
 4    4, 22|      Venus, reprehending her son. But Venus began to cry
 5    4, 22|   name that hath troubled my son in such sort? whether shee
 6    4, 22| chamber, where she found her son wounded as it was told unto
 7    4, 22|     myne age to have another son, which if I should have,
 8    4, 22|  ignorant of the brute of my son Cupid, and of his demeanour,
 9    4, 22|      Madam, or how hath your son so offended, that you shold
10    4, 22|  tearm him by the name of my son, since as the marriage was
11    8, 44|      called for, (which word son she would faine put away