Book, Chapter

1    1,  1|     Leave off I pray thee and speak no more, for I cannot abide
2    1,  6|     answered, I pray you maid speak more gently, and tel me
3    2,  9|      point. But what should I speak of others, when as I doe
4    2, 11|       city. Tush (sayd I) you speak you cannot tell what, behold
5    3, 15|       and frowning looke, gan speak in this sort, Verily I confesse
6    4, 19| trembled, and scantly able to speak gan say, Behold my puissant
7    4, 22|     sisters, wherby she might speak with them and comfort them,