Book, Chapter

 1    1,  13|            and gritted out -- If you're a Lucretia, you've found
 2    2,  37|             hen, but I'm afraid they're addled, by Hercules I am
 3    2,  37|              anyhow, and see if they're still fit to suck." We picked
 4    2,  41|              expect to find her, you're sure to run into her. She'
 5    2,  42| fellow-freedmen-friends of his, they're all well heeled. See the
 6    2,  43|              being born or else they're dying. As to the sod and
 7    2,  46|            him now! Gawd's truth, we're only blown-up bladders strutting
 8    2,  46|        bladders strutting around, we're less than flies, for they
 9    2,  46|            some good in them, but we're only bubbles. And supposing
10    2,  50|           talk, but we know that you're only a fool with a lot of
11    2,  51|        himself can't hold in. So you're laughing, are you, Fortunata?
12    2,  51|             you, Fortunata? Why, you're always keeping me awake
13    2,  56|         Hermeros and Petraites: they're all heavy, too. I wouldn'
14    2,  56|             hang yourself, since you're so careless." The boy's
15    2,  60|            for my part, because they're always ordering me on a
16    2,  60|             bee: in my opinion, they're divine insects because they
17    2,  61|          entertainment suit you? You're richer than he is, I suppose,
18    2,  61|           damned fine-haired? So you're a Roman knight! Well, I'
19    2,  61|              after I'm dead. But you're so busy that you can't look
20    2,  61|            the tick on yourself. You're the only one that thinks
21    2,  61|              only one that thinks we're so funny; look at your professor,
22    2,  61|           older than you are, and we're good enough for him, but
23    2,  61|              enough for him, but you're only a brat with the milk
24    2,  61|         prattle is 'ma' or 'mu,' you're only a clay pot, a piece
25    2,  63|            the plot of the skit they're putting on, do you?" he
26    2,  71|             you?" he demanded; "they're what women fetter us with.
27    2,  73|            be jealous, Scintilla; we're next to you women, too,
28    2,  74|          because he's so smart; they're made of Noric steel, too."
29    2,  76|             in at," he replied, "you're mistaken: no guest is ever
30    2,  78|              s the way it is, if you're born in an attic you can'
31    2,  78|              I'll see to it that you're more careful how you claw
32    2,  78|              claw me up, sure as you're born, I will! That you may
33    2,  79|           sometimes," argued he; "we're not gods, we're men." Scintilla
34    2,  79|              he; "we're not gods, we're men." Scintilla also cried
35    2,  81|           out of a whore-house'? you're as lucky in your friends,
36    2,  82|         Pretend," said he, "that you're invited to my funeral feast."
37    3,  84|              not have this prize you're brooding over, all to yourself!
38    3,  87|          must pay debauchees or they're   cold.~But solitary, shivering,
39    3,  97|             nourish the rabble; they're common, so them Fashion
40    3,  98|              to die before I do, you're wrong! I thought of suicide
41    4, 103|             upon the threshold. "You're hanging in the wind, Eumolpus,"
42    5, 133|            in such great danger; you're as good as dead, I'm sure!
43    5, 155|            intriguers:~"You know you're being influenced,~You know
44    5, 155|              His purpose; still, you're blind."~Pliny the Elder,
45    5, 160|            you to do everything; you're such a fool you never do
46    5, 160|              of your own accord. You're only a stone in the house,
47    5, 160|              stone in the house, you're not a bit like a slave except
48    5, 160|               you trouble maker, you're all ears and tongue and
49    5, 160|              chickens to see if they're all there; throw them some