Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,  TransPre|        and carelessly printed on vile paper and got up in the
 2   I,       III|        you," he cried, "base and vile rabble, I make no account;
 3   I,        IV|    together as is the custom and vile usage of your breed, here
 4   I,        IV|     distils nothing of the kind, vile rabble," said Don Quixote,
 5   I,        VI|      flames as the founder of so vile a sect."~ ~"Nay, sir," said
 6   I,      VIII|  shouting, "Fly not, cowards and vile beings, for a single knight
 7   I,    XXXIII| nevertheless is stigmatised by a vile and reproachful name, and
 8   I,    XXXIII|     enough to turn thee from thy vile purpose, thou must seek
 9   I,     XXXIV|          and with it pierce this vile heart of mine? But no; there
10   I,     XXXIV|         waiting to carry out his vile project; but mine, cruel
11   I,     XXXIV|         to think me unchaste and vile, even for the short time
12   I,       XLV|     Infamous beings, who by your vile grovelling intellects deserve
13   I,      XLVI|         the point; and that some vile illusion must have come
14   I,       LII|          spite and gall~ Of this vile age, mean and illiberal,~
15  II,        XI|       his lady Dulcinea into the vile shape of the village lass,
16  II,     XXXII|          they cannot exert their vile craft against my person,
17  II,    XXXIII|      thoughts and plots of those vile enchanters. I invented all
18  II,    XXXVII|        crush the calumny of that vile apothecary, and root out