Book, Chapter

 1  Int,   3|        lady girded round with a filthy apron, wearing clogs which
 2    1,  13|       Won't you keep quiet, you filthy gladiator, you who escaped
 3    3,  89|        my ears insulted by such filthy talk, that I came to be
 4    3,  99|        hag, girded round with a filthy apron, and wearing wooden
 5    4, 106|      hardship, could endure the filthy rags and lashings necessary
 6    4, 121|     with an obscene noise and a filthy stench. Giton laughed at
 7    5, 139|     separate the beans from the filthy pods which contain them;
 8    5, 145|       intent on venery; in that filthy vision the dreams spot my
 9    5, 145|        a much more improper and filthy reason for the name; he
10    5, 148| neighborhood does not reek with filthy practices'?" Juvenal, Sat.