Act, scene

1     I,     1|        you so much as turn your head till I say the word, and
2     I,     1|         in the very back of her head, the hellcat. Now I'll just
3     I,     1| whim-whams the man's got in his head I don't see. Never shuts
4     1,     6| Pythodicus.~Stap. (sticking her head out) What do you want?~Pyth.
5   III,     3|         after you've clubbed my head till it's all cracks!~Eucl.
6    IV,    10|         gold?~Lyc. (shaking his head) On my honour.~Eucl. And