Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,  TransPre|       Southern Europe, and bore fruit, in one direction in the
 2   I,   Commend|      boughs~ A show of princely fruit display;~ A tree that bears
 3   I,         I|        a tree without leaves or fruit, or a body without a soul.
 4   I,        IV|   undertaken, and gathering the fruit of my ambition. These cries,
 5   I,         X| alforjas with every kind of dry fruit for your worship, as you
 6   I,        XI|       him with their sweet ripe fruit. The clear streams and running
 7   I,       XLI|    Zoraida's garden and ask for fruit, which her father gave him,
 8   I,       XLI|          and were gathering the fruit though it was not yet ripe.
 9   I,      XLVI|         this inn is to reap the fruit of our labours, there is
10   I,        LI|       as a variety of toothsome fruit, no less pleasing to the
11  II,       XII|         will come to yield good fruit if you dung it and till
12  II,       XII|         of this I hope to yield fruit in abundance that will not
13  II,       XIX|      little, and all he eats is fruit, and when he sleeps, if
14  II,     XLVII|       fine white cloth covering fruit and a great variety of dishes
15  II,     XLVII|         carver placed a dish of fruit before him. But hardly had
16  II,     XLVII|         same promptitude as the fruit. Sancho seeing this was
17  II,     XLVII|         I ordered that plate of fruit to be removed as being too
18  II,        LX|      looked up and saw that the fruit hanging on those trees were
19  II,       LXV|       sprout and bear poisonous fruit in Spain, now cleansed,
20  II,     LXVII|       will yield us their sweet fruit with bountiful hand, the
21  II,     LXXIV|        who has ever enjoyed the fruit of his writings as fully