Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,       III|             he cried, "base and vile rabble, I make no account; fling,
 2   I,        IV|            ill-conditioned, arrogant rabble that ye are; and come ye
 3   I,        IV|            nothing of the kind, vile rabble," said Don Quixote, burning
 4   I,      VIII|              those who assail me are rabble or base folk; for in that
 5   I,      VIII|            me, for I know you, lying rabble," said Don Quixote, and
 6   I,        XV|            is at when thou shalt see rabble of this sort offering us
 7  II,      XXVI|             Gaiferos. Halt! ill-born rabble, follow him not nor pursue
 8  II,      XXIX| Ill-conditioned and worse-counselled rabble, restore to liberty and
 9  II,      XXIX|            entreaties to induce this rabble to do any virtuous action.
10  II,      XLVI|        avaunt, ye witchcraft-working rabble! I am Don Quixote of La
11  II,      XLVI|            fear of that bell-ringing rabble of enchanters in cat shape,
12  II,     LVIII|             knock you to pieces!"~ ~"Rabble!" returned Don Quixote, "
13  II,     LVIII|              Hold! stay! ye rascally rabble, a single knight awaits