Book, Chapter

 1    1,  11|         CHAPTER THE SEVENTH.~"Please, mother," I wheedled, "you
 2    1,  15|        and Lycas, studying to please me, arranged novel entertainments
 3    2,  52|     to us, "If the wine don't please you," he said, "I'll change
 4    2,  61|  built then. I did my best to please my master and he was a digniferous
 5    2,  66|    Others can think what they please about this, but as for me,
 6    4, 122|    This hasty composition may please you, even though it has
 7    5, 134|    Giton. So anxious was I to please her that I feared the outcome
 8    5, 141| convulsed her as   she wept.~"Please don't make such a fuss,"
 9    5, 145|       you stood decked out to please the public, wearing the
10    5, 160|   around Koritto -- dear, now please don't tell me a fib, who
11    5, 160|      I had a thousand!~METRO: Please don't flare up so quickly
12    6     |     VI, says: "If the singers please them there is no need for