Book, Chapter

1    2, 10|        removed my cloathes, and shewing to Fotis my great impatiencie
2    4, 22|        gentle and benigne reed, shewing a mean to Psyches to save
3    5, 24|       presse of the people, and shewing my selfe as though I were
4    5, 27| neighing, dressed his eares and shewing his sharpe and white teeth
5    8, 45|        I feared greatly lest in shewing my selfe cunning without
6    8, 46|    towards the shepheard Paris, shewing by honest signes and tokens,
7    8, 46|   Pallas departed away angerly, shewing by their gesture, that they
8    9, 48|     appeared to me in a vision, shewing that the day was come which