Part

 1   1|        wretch. But if I could, I’d not be sick, and sick I
 2   1|     pleasures. For my husband, I’d rather his room than his
 3   2|          you had talked of it, I’d never have believed you,
 4   3|     dignity than your deserts, I’d see to it to-day that never
 5   6| innkeeper; for a little money he’d lose us both. But we’ll
 6  10|        Had I a thousand heads, I’d entrust them all to you.
 7  10|           If it were possible, I’d show you Lucretia naked,
 8  12|         to that,’ said Dromo, ‘I’d sooner rub a table than
 9  12|        hate our master’s ways. I’d have changed service long
10  14|    compelled to stay behind, she’d kill herself, and that would
11  14|        tortured on my account. I’d rather she hated me than
12  14|          it was I that did it, I’d have been all the better
13  16|         rather let me die? For I’d have died happy in your
14  17|         as Lucretia is to me, he’d never let you rise so early.