Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,        IV|   giving him an answer on his ribs; and coming up to him he
 2   I,       XVI|       from a rock and had his ribs a little bruised. The innkeeper
 3   I,       XVI|      to sleep the pain of his ribs would not let him, while
 4   I,       XVI|  plasters and the pain of his ribs, he stretched out his arms
 5   I,       XVI|   with this he mounted on his ribs and with his feet tramped
 6   I,      XVII|       the pain he felt in his ribs; at any rate they who had
 7   I,     XVIII|   side and buried a couple of ribs in his body. Feeling himself
 8   I,       XIX|        where shall I find the ribs to bear it?"~ ~"Be they
 9   I,      XXIV| mounting upon him crushed his ribs to his own satisfaction;
10   I,       XXV|    your worship's head and my ribs, and end by breaking them
11  II,       III|    they are still fresh on my ribs."~ ~"Hush, Sancho," said
12  II,         X|       to come and cudgel your ribs, and not leave a whole bone
13  II,       XIV|   could plaster and strap his ribs. Don Quixote and Sancho
14  II,        XV|     sore pain I am in with my ribs won't let me entertain more
15  II,      XVII|  anger, and make you baste my ribs as you are wont to do. Well,
16  II,       XXI|   through Basilio's flesh and ribs, but through a hollow iron
17  II,      LIII|       believe every one of my ribs is crushed, thanks to the
18  II,      LXII|       that have fallen on thy ribs? Thou art mad; and if thou