Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,       XIV|         death, if haply worth a tear,~ Cloud the clear heaven
 2   I,     XXIII|      done me; these hands shall tear out that heart of thine,
 3   I,       XXV|     Quixote. "I have now got to tear up my garments, to scatter
 4   I,    XXXVII|        them, drew more than one tear from some of the listeners,
 5  II,        II|   ragged more from the wear and tear of arms than of time."~ ~"
 6  II,         X| jackasses? By the Lord, I could tear my beard if that was the
 7  II,       XVI|      chide and correct him, and tear them up; but if he compose
 8  II,      XVII|          for if he does they'll tear us all to pieces here."~ ~"
 9  II,      XVII|      anger him, the first he'll tear in pieces will be myself.
10  II,     XXXIV|     green coat was beginning to tear, and reflecting that if
11  II,      XXXV|        answer me a word or I'll tear your soul out."~ ~On hearing
12  II,     XXXVI|       ought to do, it's only to tear it up and make another;
13  II,      XLIX|      more to say, though many a tear to shed," said the damsel; "
14  II,       LXX|         if I fall upon you I'll tear your eyes out! Do you fancy,