Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,      XVII|  avenging you of any arrogant foe who may have wronged you,
 2   I,      XXVI|   Love should like a spiteful foe~ Thus use him, he hath no
 3   I,     XXVII|   than all. Oh memory, mortal foe of my peace! why bring before
 4   I,   XXXVIII|       there are cannon of the foe pointed at him, not a lance
 5   I,      XLVI|    win the victory before the foe has time to defend himself.
 6   I,    XLVIII|     yet in "The Friendly Fair Foe," nor in some others that
 7  II,         I| intervals; and that the worst foe he had in his misfortune
 8  II,       XIV|    Quixote, fancying that his foe was coming down upon him
 9  II,      LIII|   that have been won from the foe by the might of that invincible
10  II,      LIII|      divide the spoils of the foe, I only beg and entreat
11  II,        LX|     Traitor and Dona Sancha's foe,~ Thou diest on the spot."~ ~