Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,       XXV|   may make her his lady: the whoreson wench, what sting she has
 2   I,       XXX|     chivalry and lies like a whoreson villain, and this I will
 3   I,       XXX|     life and being to her. O whoreson scoundrel, how ungrateful
 4   I,       LII|     fuller than ever was the whoreson bitch that bore you;" and
 5  II,      XIII|       said he of the Grove; "whoreson strumpet! what pith the
 6  II,      XIII| people are wont to say, 'Ha, whoreson rip! how well he has done
 7  II,      XIII|   deep sigh, exclaimed, "Ah, whoreson rogue, how catholic it is!"~ ~"
 8  II,      XIII|    you have called this wine whoreson by way of praise."~ ~"Well,"
 9  II,      XIII|     dishonour to call anyone whoreson when it is to be understood
10  II,       XXI|  worth an eye of one's head! Whoreson baggage, what hair she has!
11  II,     XLVII|    open with this chair. You whoreson rascal, you devil's own