Day, Novell

 1    2,   10|    Bartolomea smiled to her self and without suffering him
 2    6,    8|  any~ ~consideration of her self, she being as unsightly,
 3    6,   10| thing best~ ~pleasing to my self: yet notwithstanding, it
 4    6,   10|  the feather, I mistooke my self, and brought~ ~the other
 5    7,    7|      and then be Judge your self, whether I have reason to
 6    7,    9|   maist thou confesse~ ~thy self beholding to Fortune, if
 7    8,    7|   her sleeping, to help her self (by all~ ~possible means)
 8    8,    7|     thee: I will prepare my self for death~ ~patiently, to
 9    9,    5|    presently, sheltring her self~ ~where Philippo lay scouting.
10   10,    4|    had caused to adorne her self in~ ~excellent manner) entreating