Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,      XIII|        bring the tragedy of his wretched life to a close; here, in
 2   I,       XIV|      sore,~ And wearing out the wretched shred of life~ To which
 3   I,       XIV|         from the wounds of this wretched being thy cruelty has robbed
 4   I,       XVI|     position. The hard, narrow, wretched, rickety bed of Don Quixote
 5   I,        XX|      highest about getting that wretched unlucky island your worship
 6   I,        XX| chivalry will turn out in these wretched times of ours, and I do
 7   I,      XXII|         to succour and help the wretched."~ ~"Recollect, your worship,"
 8   I,       XXV|       ear to the complaint of a wretched lover whom long absence
 9   I,     XXVII|    their huts. Thus do pass the wretched life that remains to me,
10   I,   XXXVIII|        wanting in all, when his wretched unlucky chivalry was in
11   I,     XLIII|      mitigate the tortures this wretched heart of mine endures for
12  II,         X|         comfort may reach 'this wretched soul' that I carry in my
13  II,     XXIII|            As he said this, the wretched Durandarte cried out in
14  II,     XXIII|      that may not be,' said the wretched Durandarte in a low and
15  II,      XXXI|         and droll, drops into a wretched buffoon the first time he
16  II,      XXXV|    Sancho directly, said, "Thou wretched squire, soul of a pitcher,
17  II,      LIII|           Lift me up," said the wretched Sancho in a woebegone voice.
18  II,    LXVIII|        harassed the ears of the wretched master and man. Sancho went