Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,        IV|     for all that, he went off weeping, while his master stood
 2   I,       XII|     without having closed his weeping eyes, the sun finds him
 3   I,      XXII|   ease;" and again he fell to weeping as before, and such compassion
 4   I,     XXIII|       ended in an outburst of weeping so bitter that we who listened
 5   I,       XXV|    not fit to begin any fresh weeping; but if it is your worship'
 6   I,      XXVI|     there he took his fill of weeping until Heaven sent him relief
 7   I,      XXXI|       nor combing your beard, weeping and cursing your fortune."~ ~"
 8   I,     XXXVI|    all. Even Sancho Panza was weeping; though afterwards he said
 9   I,     XXXVI|       wonder as well as their weeping lasted some time, and then
10   I,       XLI|     him, and when she saw him weeping she was so moved that she
11   I,     XLIII|       of singing so sweet and weeping so bitter, so she again
12   I,       XLV|       wailing, Maritornes was weeping, Dorothea was aghast, Luscinda
13  II,      XVII|       broke loose. Sancho was weeping over his master's death,
14  II,     XXIII| procession singing, or rather weeping, dirges over the body and
15  II,      XXIX|         And with this he fell weeping so bitterly, that Don Quixote
16  II,      XXIX|       creature? What art thou weeping at, heart of butter-paste?
17  II,      XXXV|        and thou wilt see them weeping trickling streams and rills,
18  II,      XLII|      reason swept away by her weeping, and thy rectitude by her
19  II,      XLIX|    she gave way to a burst of weeping.~ ~"Proceed, senora," said
20  II,     LXXIV|      and his squire, who fell weeping bitterly, as if they had
21  II,     LXXIV|     the housekeeper and niece weeping, began to blubber and shed
22  II,     LXXIV|   world."~ ~"Ah!" said Sancho weeping, "don't die, master, but