Parte,  Chap.

1   I,        XV|   stakes can pound in angry boorish hands.~ ~ ~Then, seeing
2   I,      XLVI| exclaimed, "Rascally clown, boorish, insolent, and ignorant,
3   I,    XLVIII|    the hearer be he ever so boorish or dull; and of all impossibilities
4  II,       XXI| Quixote laughed at Sancho's boorish eulogies and thought that,
5  II,      XXXI|     them see what a coarse, boorish texture thou art of. Remember,
6  II,      XLII|     be lost and wasted by a boorish stupid wife.~ ~"If perchance
7  II,     XLIII|      lest they find out thy boorish origin by the smell; walk
8  II,     XLVII|  that's good, you ill-bred, boorish Don Bumpkin, if you don'