Parte,  Chap.

1   I,      XXXV|     his bed's head, and the spilt wine must be what this good
2   I,      XXXV|    wish I saw his own blood spilt! But let him not deceive
3  II,     LVIII| another Mendoza the salt is spilt on his table, and gloom
4  II,     LVIII|     his table, and gloom is spilt over his heart, as if nature
5  II,        LX|  nothing there save freshly spilt blood; looking all round,
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