Book, Chapter

1    4, 22|      left alone, weeping and trembling on the toppe of the rocke,
2    4, 22|  with a pale countenance all trembling fel on her knees and thought
3    4, 22|     like shining flours, and trembling hither and thither, and
4    7, 37| running into the Parlour all trembling, and declared to the Master
5    7, 41|      hee tooke the young-man trembling for feare by the hand, and
6    8, 44|       When the varlet with a trembling countenance had ended these
7    9, 47|      roses into my mouth, I (trembling) devoured with a great affection: