Book, Chapter

1    1,   9|      his wit drown in wine~Nor sit, as a hireling, applauding
2    5, 130|     scourge if they like: I'll sit upon nothing below a knight,
3    5, 145|         noscetur e naso quanta sit hasta viro," which Joan
4    5, 160| nothing else, all you do is to sit around Koritto -- dear,