Book, Chapter

1    1,  5|       by the hand and sayd, Why tarry we? Why lose wee the pleasure
2    1,  6|       sayd the Maid, I pray you tarry here till I tell him so,
3    2, 11|         saying, Beware that you tarry not long at supper there,
4    3, 16|      the mind that you will not tarry in Thessaly? If you be a
5    3, 17|         one of their fellows to tarry behind, and bring them tydings
6    5, 26| conscience, but more delight to tarry and play the harlot heere
7    7, 41|         master compelled him to tarry at home, the pestilent avarice