Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,       XIX|    with them. Sancho made a bag of his coat, and, getting
 2   I,       XIX|     as he could, and as the bag would hold, he loaded his
 3   I,        XX|     covetousness bursts the bag, it has rent my hopes asunder,
 4  II,        II|   you don't enter here, you bag of mischief and sack of
 5  II,       XII|      and stowed away in the bag, which is much like ending
 6  II,      XIII|   devil is always putting a bag full of doubloons before
 7  II,      XIII|     covetousness bursts the bag,'" said he of the Grove; "
 8  II,       XIV| other, and we will fight at bag blows with equal arms."~ ~"
 9  II,       XIX|  soul, then I'll give him a bag of good luck; for love,
10  II,     XXXVI|     covetousness bursts the bag,' and the covetous governor