Parte,  Chap.

 1  II,        IV|            de Pasamonte, the great rogue and rascal that my master
 2  II,      VIII|        have a certain spice of the rogue in me; but all is covered
 3  II,         X|         man, whereat Sancho said, "Rogue!" but our lady is lighter
 4  II,         X| unfortunate of men."~ ~Sancho, the rogue, had enough to do to hide
 5  II,      XIII|            strumpet! what pith the rogue must have!"~ ~To which Sancho
 6  II,      XIII|         mean he has nothing of the rogue in him; on the contrary,
 7  II,      XIII|           exclaimed, "Ah, whoreson rogue, how catholic it is!"~ ~"
 8  II,    XXVIII|           you'? Plunge, scoundrel, rogue, monster-for such I take
 9  II,     XXXII|  mischievous tricks that stamp him rogue, and blundering ways that
10  II,     XLVII|       threats into effect, for the rogue knew very well how to play
11  II,      XLIX|          by that portrait-painting rogue of a farmer who, instructed
12  II,      XLIX|            or left me any; but the rogue, who is a greater thief
13  II,      LXXI|           it rain lashes." But the rogue no longer laid them on his