Day, Novell

 1    1,    1|          duties as they owe to God. Alas Sonne (quoth the Friar)
 2    1,    1|            The Friar smiling, said: Alas Sonne, that~ ~is a matter
 3    1,    1|         being much~ ~mooved, saide: Alas Sonne, what aylest thou?
 4    1,    1|          not to~ ~speake it boldly. Alas Father (said Chappelet,
 5    1,    2|       neerer to Abraham, he~ ~said. Alas my loving friend, why shouldst
 6    2,    5|           beholding his misfortune; Alas (quoth he) how soone have
 7    2,    6|        sighe, spake in this manner. Alas poore miserable wretch as
 8    2,    8| reprehension, smiling on him, said: Alas deere sonne, wast~ ~thou
 9    2,    9|              fearefully~ ~answered; Alas deare friend, mercy for
10    2,    9|            why thou must kill me?~ ~Alas good Mistresse replied the
11    2,   10|          was silent, thus he began. Alas deare Love, what an~ ~answere
12    2,   10|            thee~ ~as his owne life? Alas, my fairest hope, say no
13    3,    2|      conversing with the Queene.~ ~ Alas good Queene, heere is a
14    3,    3|          know~ ~him from any other. Alas deere daughter (replied
15    3,    5|       should die in this distresse: Alas,~ ~my death would be but
16    3,    5|          say within your own soule: Alas, what a sinne have I~ ~committed,
17    3,    6|      spleene, began in this manner. Alas! how~ ~mighty, are the misfortunes
18    3,    8|             to be jealous any more. Alas Sir (quoth the woman) so
19    3,    8|       amazement, thus shee replied. Alas, holy Father! What a strange
20    4,    1|             else, but onely this:~ ~Alas my Lord! Love is able to
21    4,    6|           her lappe, weeping saide: Alas sweete Friend, What paine
22    4,    8|          his latest leave of~ ~her. Alas Jeronimo (quoth she) those
23    4,   10|           to be had in the~ ~world? Alas deere Wife (saide he) you
24    5,    3|             any shame~ ~or injurie: Alas you see, it lies not in
25    5,    4|          that presently he~ ~saide. Alas deare Love, I have dedicated
26    5,    4|          may very~ ~well endure it. Alas Mother, saide she, aged
27    5,    4|            frolicke temper of hers? Alas, she is hardly (as yet)
28    5,    4|             to Catharina, saide.~ ~ Alas deare Love! what shall we
29    5,    4|           on his~ ~knees, he saide. Alas Messer Lizio, I humbly crave
30    5,    7|           she would kill her selfe. Alas deare Love (quoth Pedro)~ ~
31    5,    9|             overthrowne by Fortune. Alas! how was his good soule
32    6,    9|            Betto thus~ ~replyed.~ ~ Alas Gentlemen, it is you your
33    7,    1|            drowsie dreame, saide:~ ~Alas Husband, dost thou know
34    7,    2|            fearfully to Striguario. Alas deare friend, what shall
35    7,    2|             demurely thus answered. Alas good Wife! I pray you bee
36    7,    3|              She hearing his voice: Alas Gossip (quoth she) what
37    7,    3|        swoune with sodaine conceit: Alas good wife (quoth he) how
38    7,    4|            if she~ ~wept) sayde.~ ~ Alas my good Neighbours, you
39    7,    5|            further proceed therein. Alas Sir, said she,~ ~never trouble
40    7,    5|         hardly beleeve all this.~ ~ Alas good man, like an armed
41    7,    6|             as his Sanctuary.~ ~But alas wife, what is become of
42    7,    8|       Simonida, crossing her selfe) Alas deare~ ~Brethren, I know
43    7,    8|           did cut from thy bead?~ ~ Alas Sir (quoth she) where have
44    7,    8|       lockes of haire from my head. Alas Sir,~ ~why should you slander
45    7,    8|            dearely smart for it.~ ~ Alas my sonnes, did I not tell
46    7,    9|             aloud unto her, saying. Alas Madame! What have you done?
47    7,    9|           proceeded in this manner. Alas my Lord, you shall not need
48    7,    9|        Maria! What a sight is this? Alas~ ~my good Lord, How could
49    7,    9|             as now~ ~thou seest us. Alas my Lord (saide Pyrrhus)
50    7,    9|          them still: Lydia replyed, Alas my Lord, Why do you raile
51    7,   10|          then be heere with~ ~thee? Alas Tingoccio, replyed Meucio,
52    8,    2|             may be accomplished.~ ~ Alas sweete Belcolore answered
53    8,    3|        returned them this answer.~ ~Alas my good friends, be not
54    8,    4|            then in your owne house? Alas~ ~Sir (quoth she) you know
55    8,    7|         will the~ ~more commend me. Alas good Lady lack-wit, little
56    8,    7|          lesse offensive to you.~ ~ Alas sweet Madame, answered quaking
57    8,    7|            your own good~ ~leisure. Alas deare Reniero (answered
58    8,    7|      sufferance, saide unto him.~ ~ Alas courteous Gentleman, in
59    8,    7|         onely meanes to my revenge: Alas! therein you deceive your~ ~
60    8,    7|            is thy Lady and Mistris? Alas Sir (quoth she) I know not.
61    8,    7|         deare~ ~Lady and Mistresse! Alas, Wher are you? So soone
62    8,    8|           comming up the~ ~staires. Alas deare Spinelloccio (quoth
63    8,    9|          unto so deere a Friend.~ ~ Alas honest Buffalmaco, answered
64    8,   10|        weeping also with her, said. Alas my deare Love, what sodain~ ~
65    8,   10|             lend you five Florines. Alas~ ~deare heart (quoth she)
66    9,    3|        indeed it wil cost expences. Alas Sir, said~ ~Calandrino,
67    9,    3|             And then Master Doctor, Alas, I know not how~ ~to behave
68    9,    5|         Bruno, answered Calandrino: Alas,~ ~she hath slaine me with
69    9,    8|           to~ ~fall out a bleeding. Alas Sir, said Blondello, wherefore
70    9, Song|          truth lives not in men,~ ~ Alas! why live I then?~ ~ ~ ~
71   10,    4|     strangly about~ ~her, she said. Alas! where am I now? whereto
72   10,    7|           to Eagles in the ayre,~ ~ Alas! they scorne them, for full
73   10,    7|          acquainted with my woe:~ ~ Alas! I lookt so high, and doing
74   10,    9|         exceedingly, thus answered. Alas Sir: I know~ ~not how to