Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,   Commend|        Madrid~ Once more of destiny complain?"~ ~ Since Heaven it hath
 2   I,   Commend|           the good?~ I might indeed complain of him,I grant ye,~ But,
 3   I,      VIII| knights-errant are not permitted to complain of any wound, even though
 4   I,      VIII|           my part, I confess I must complain however small the ache may
 5   I,      VIII|             he assured him he might complain whenever and however he
 6   I,       XIV|     beautiful, could I with justice complain of you for not loving me?
 7   I,       XIV|           him who has been deceived complain, let him give way to despair
 8   I,        XV|            he possessed a tongue to complain with, most assuredly neither
 9   I,      XVII|            come into the world ever complain of him or reproach him with
10   I,       XXV|          fate among these wilds and complain of the hard heart of that
11   I,     XXVII|           woe is me, wherefore do I complain? for sure it is that when
12   I,    XXVIII|            brakes that permit me to complain of my misfortune to Heaven,
13   I,       XXX|             upon me? That is what I complain of. Let your worship at
14   I,    XXXIII|          what good reason thou wilt complain of thyself for having been
15   I,        LI|             that there are some who complain of her scorn without ever
16   I,        LI|             so many other things to complain of, he only complains of
17  II,         V|             to him, has no right to complain if it gives him the go-by;
18  II,      XLVI|          and I have never heard her complain all the time I have known
19  II,        LV|       should be here, or who should complain," was the answer, "but the