Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,         V|      the ground and with feeble breath repeat the very words which
 2   I,        XV|         in reply, "I wish I had breath enough to speak somewhat
 3   I,       XVI|     dimmed the sun himself: her breath, which no doubt smelt of
 4   I,        XX| shoulders together, holding his breath as much as he could; but
 5   I,       XXI|    shoulders together, hold our breath, shut our eyes, and let
 6   I,     XXVII|         me, the air refusing me breath for my sighs, the water
 7   I,    XXXIII|   tarnished and dimmed by every breath that touches it. She must
 8   I,    XXXIII|        seek in prison freedom's breath, In traitors loyalty. So
 9   I,      XXXV|        all he meant to say, his breath failed him and he yielded
10   I,   XXXVIII|         nothing better than the breath of his mouth, which I need
11  II,     XXVII|         Quixote stopped to take breath, and, observing that silence
12  II,     XXVII|        every minute drawing his breath to see whether it had gone
13  II,      XLII|      any trouble, with the mere breath of knight-errantry that
14  II,    XLVIII|         has such a disagreeable breath that one cannot bear to
15  II,        LV|   himself all over and held his breath to try whether he was quite
16  II,     LXIII|      they had neither voice nor breath. The boatswain gave the
17  II,     LXVII|     clear pure air will give us breath, the moon and stars lighten
18  II,      LXXI|        as to run thyself out of breath midway; I mean, do not lay