Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,         V|       flowed from him when he was weary he said was the blood of
 2   I,         X|    reining in Rocinante until his weary squire came up, who on reaching
 3   I,       XIV|            That makes me quit the weary life I loathe,~ As by this
 4   I,       XVI|           fortune, which is never weary of persecuting the good,
 5   I,       XXV|          my hard fate or at least weary not at listening to it!
 6   I,     XXVII|        rid myself of life? Be not weary, sirs, of listening to these
 7   I,     XXVII|       that not only were they not weary of listening to him, but
 8   I,     XXVII|           myself so exhausted and weary that I can scarcely move.
 9   I,    XXVIII|         as a secret grave for the weary load of this body that I
10   I,      XXXI|       others travel without being weary, exactly as the whim seizes
11   I,      XXXI|           for he was by this time weary of telling so many lies,
12   I,    XXXIII|           make her so; and be not weary with listening to me, for
13   I,     XXXIV|        balmy slumbers close,~ The weary tale of my unnumbered woes~
14   I,        XL| life-blood first that failed~ The weary arms; the stout hearts never
15   I,     XLIII|         of the spokesman, growing weary of the dialogue with Don
16   I,       LII|        plain:~ On Rocinante oft a weary ride.~ Malignant planets,
17  II,        IV|           my Dapple, battered and weary with the late frays we fell
18  II,       XXI|        moment. He came up at last weary and breathless, and planting
19  II,      XXII|            for there are some who weary themselves out in learning
20  II,     XXIII|        when I was already growing weary and disgusted at finding
21  II,      XLII|          thee instances enough to weary thee.~ ~"Remember, Sancho,
22  II,       LXI|        authorities; of a truth, a weary miserable life! At length,
23  II,     LXIII|       life, of which I am already weary. Here, sirs, ends my sad
24  II,     LXXIV|           rest where they lie the weary mouldering bones of Don