Book, Chapter

 1    1,  2| despaire) I drew nigh and said, Alas my Socrates, what meaneth
 2    1,  3|         with one Meroe a Witch.~Alas poore miser that I am, that
 3    1,  5|         I began to slumber. But alas, behold suddenly the chamber
 4    3, 17|        in such sort, cried out, Alas poore wretch that I am,
 5    4, 20|       house, and came upon him.~Alas what a pittifull sight it
 6    4, 21|       weepe, and thus she said, Alas can I poore wench live any
 7    4, 21|    pittifull sort she answered, Alas now I am utterly undone,
 8    4, 22|       measure of his sleepe But alas while shee was in this great
 9    4, 22|         asswage my delight, but alas by evill ill chance the
10    6, 33|         to speake in this sort: Alas masters, what mean you to
11    6, 34|     weepe and complaine saying: Alas masters I pray you succour