Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,      VIII|       smote Don Quixote a mighty stroke on the shoulder over the
 2   I,        IX|          its course, that single stroke would have sufficed to put
 3   I,       XXI|          saving himself from the stroke of the lance but to let
 4   I,     XXVII|          be so, I but await~ The stroke of a resistless fate,~ Since,
 5   I,      XXXI|     Saint Bartholomew; and every stroke he gave me he followed up
 6   I,       LII|        in his body, and at every stroke he gave him he said, "You
 7  II,      XXVI|       more he delivered one down stroke which, if Master Pedro had
 8  II,      XXXV|          my master, who ought to stroke me down and pet me to make
 9  II,       LXX| well-bound one, they gave such a stroke that they knocked the guts
10  II,      LXXI|       his piteous cry and of the stroke of the cruel lash, Don Quixote
11  II,     LXXII|    Quixote did not miss a single stroke of the count, and he found