Book, Chapter

 1    2,  49|       s wife. You'll see some battle between jealous husbands
 2    3,  86|      not cause me to lose the battle, I presently sallied forth
 3    3,  93|     shields and rush into the battle.~One slays the wine-drunken
 4    4, 112|       s retainers prepared to battle with their bare fists, nor
 5    4, 112|     retreated, as from a real battle, but the fury of neither
 6    4, 113|        served on the field of battle, crowned our reconciliation
 7    4, 126|   lots. Raise the standard of battle;~Again take your swords.
 8    4, 127|    fleeing!~The Quirites from battle blench! Cowed by the breath
 9    4, 127|       chattels to camp and to battle: as, when powerful Auster~
10    5, 140| praise, I informed her of the battle in all its details and,