Parte,  Chap.

  1   I,  TransPre|          the portrait painter, and friend of Pope, Swift, Arbuthnot,
  2   I,  TransPre|           Madrid, and apparently a friend of the family, who brought
  3   I,   Commend|            offer flowers to me, my friend?"~ ~ Be not a meddler; no
  4   I,   AuthPre|        neither its kinsman nor its friend, thy soul is thine own and
  5   I,   AuthPre|           a certain lively, clever friend of mine, who, seeing me
  6   I,   AuthPre|         not equal.~ ~"In short, my friend," I continued, "I am determined
  7   I,   AuthPre|            me."~ ~Hearing this, my friend, giving himself a slap on
  8   I,   AuthPre|      silence I listened to what my friend said, and his observations
  9   I,   AuthPre|      reader, thou wilt perceive my friend's good sense, my good fortune
 10   I,       III|       unless indeed they had for a friend some sage magician to succour
 11   I,         V|      Esquife, a great magician and friend of his, had brought him.
 12   I,         V|          read to behave as my good friend seems to have behaved."~ ~
 13   I,         V|         when they recognised their friend, master, and uncle, who
 14   I,         V|            which was to summon his friend the barber, Master Nicholas,
 15   I,        VI|          and temptation out of our friend's way. To begin, then, with
 16   I,        VI|            because the author is a friend of mine, and out of respect
 17   I,        VI|            the curate, "is a great friend of mine, and his verses
 18   I,        VI|        been for many years a great friend of mine, and to my knowledge
 19   I,       VII|       immediately applied to their friend's disorder was to wall up
 20   I,       VII|            begged as a loan from a friend, and, restoring his battered
 21   I,       VII|          replied, "Thou must know, friend Sancho Panza, that it was
 22   I,      VIII|         ourselves, for look there, friend Sancho Panza, where thirty
 23   I,      VIII|        kind in his head."~ ~"Hush, friend Sancho," replied Don Quixote, "
 24   I,      VIII|        myself I am peaceful and no friend to mixing in strife and
 25   I,         X|      needst have no uneasiness, my friend," said Don Quixote, "for
 26   I,         X|      teaching it to me?"~ ~"Peace, friend," answered Don Quixote; "
 27   I,         X|        thou now offer me; so that, friend Sancho, let not that distress
 28   I,       XII|             To all which his great friend Ambrosio the student, he
 29   I,       XII|              Eclipse it is called, friend, not cris, the darkening
 30   I,       XII|            the same time his great friend, Ambrosio by name, who had
 31   I,       XII|            and kind-hearted, and a friend of worthy folk, and had
 32   I,       XII|        twelvemonth."~ ~"Pardon me, friend," said Don Quixote; "but,
 33   I,       XII|     already said, was our deceased friend, of whom they say that he
 34   I,      XIII|            many a time did my poor friend tell me the story of his
 35   I,      XIII|    Ambrosia while you consign your friend's body to the earth, you
 36   I,      XIII|     love-stricken and heart-broken friend, and we know, too, your
 37   I,       XIV|           as one who knew well his friend's most secret thoughts, "
 38   I,       XIV|           their duty to their good friend, none of the shepherds moved
 39   I,       XIV|          their condolence with his friend ambrosio, took their Vivaldo
 40   I,        XV|               So far as I can see, friend Sancho, these are not knights
 41   I,        XV|          mercy helps us."~ ~"Know, friend Sancho," answered Don Quixote, "
 42   I,        XV|       extremity by a sage, a great friend of his, it would have gone
 43   I,        XV|            taking it away; and so, friend Panza, say no more, but,
 44   I,      XVII|            to him now, "Sancho, my friend, art thou asleep? sleepest
 45   I,      XVII|        thou asleep? sleepest thou, friend Sancho?"~ ~"How can I sleep,
 46   I,      XVII|      Sancho.~ ~"Be not distressed, friend," said Don Quixote, "for
 47   I,     XVIII|         liable to all this. Mount, friend, and lead the way, and I
 48   I,        XX|           to the slope, and said, "Friend Sancho, know that I by Heaven'
 49   I,        XX|          go back three or four, my friend," said Don Quixote, all
 50   I,        XX|         makes it worse to stir it, friend Sancho," returned Don Quixote.~ ~
 51   I,        XX|        mockingly, "Thou must know, friend Sancho, that of Heaven's
 52   I,      XXII|           call a "keep-friend" or "friend's foot," from which hung
 53   I,     XXIII|          as if he were so; and so, friend Sancho, let not our search
 54   I,      XXIV|            soon made so intimate a friend of me that it was remarked
 55   I,       XXV|           whether that abbot was a friend of hers or not? for if your
 56   I,       XXV|        then, being so, I consider, friend Sancho, that the knight-errant
 57   I,       XXV|           felt and feared; and so, friend Sancho, waste no time in
 58   I,       XXV|           behind. Keep it safe, my friend, for just now I have no
 59   I,       XXV|           for thy good intentions, friend Sancho," answered Don Quixote, "
 60   I,      XXVI|       licentiate, "and that is our friend Don Quixote's horse;" and
 61   I,      XXVI|         his name the curate said, "Friend Sancho Panza, where is your
 62   I,      XXVI| knights-errant?"~ ~"Be not uneasy, friend Sancho," said the barber, "
 63   I,     XXVII|   betrothal. Be not distressed, my friend, but contrive to be present
 64   I,      XXIX|          that Master Nicholas, our friend and barber, and I were going
 65   I,       XXX|            What thinkest thou now, friend Sancho?" said Don Quixote
 66   I,       XXX|            with Sancho, saying:~ ~"Friend Panza, let us forgive and
 67   I,      XXXI|        hands; and didst thou look, friend? was it white wheat or brown?"~ ~"
 68   I,      XXXI|            to me, 'Lay the letter, friend, on the top of that sack,
 69   I,      XXXI|            sage magician who is my friend, and watches over my interests (
 70   I,      XXXI|            fire, another knight, a friend of his, who just before
 71   I,      XXXI|          valiant knights; so that, friend Sancho, I find no difficulty
 72   I,      XXXI|         for I would have you know, friend, that we squires to knights-errant
 73   I,     XXXII|       barber and said, "We want my friend's housekeeper and niece
 74   I,     XXXII|              Schismatics you mean, friend," said the barber, "not
 75   I,     XXXII|       senses."~ ~"I have told you, friend," said the curate, "that
 76   I,     XXXII|                You are very right, friend," said the curate; "but
 77   I,    XXXIII|           with the approval of his friend Lothario, without whom he
 78   I,    XXXIII|            the satisfaction of his friend that in a short time he
 79   I,    XXXIII|            Lothario frequented his friend Anselmo's house as he had
 80   I,    XXXIII|       Anselmo was satisfied of his friend's good intentions, and it
 81   I,    XXXIII|  accordance with the honour of his friend, whose good name was more
 82   I,    XXXIII|            the house of the female friend or relative in whom most
 83   I,    XXXIII|       married man should have some friend who would point out to him
 84   I,    XXXIII|      easily correct if warned by a friend. But where is such a friend
 85   I,    XXXIII|        friend. But where is such a friend to be found as Lothario
 86   I,    XXXIII|     watched over the honour of his friend, and strove to diminish,
 87   I,    XXXIII|           good name or that of his friend; and for this reason most
 88   I,    XXXIII|        mayest suppose, Lothario my friend, that I am unable to give
 89   I,    XXXIII|            in giving me thee for a friend and Camilla for a wife-two
 90   I,    XXXIII|            thy readiness as a true friend to afford me relief, I shall
 91   I,    XXXIII|            be that so troubled his friend, his conjectures were all
 92   I,    XXXIII|        upon that I will tell thee, friend Lothario, that the desire
 93   I,    XXXIII|         because I am persuaded, my friend, that a woman is virtuous
 94   I,    XXXIII|           effect, it is my desire, friend Lothario, that thou shouldst
 95   I,    XXXIII|        persuade myself, Anselmo my friend, that what thou hast said
 96   I,    XXXIII|            that Anselmo who was my friend, nor are those that thou
 97   I,    XXXIII|         human friendship? And if a friend should go so far as to put
 98   I,    XXXIII|          to fulfil his duty to his friend, it should not be in matters
 99   I,    XXXIII|          but in such as affect the friend's life and honour. Now tell
100   I,    XXXIII|           Listen to me, Anselmo my friend, and be not impatient to
101   I,    XXXIII|         Consider, then, Anselmo my friend, that Camilla is a diamond
102   I,    XXXIII|          in question? Remember, my friend, that woman is an imperfect
103   I,    XXXIII|            Thou dost reckon me thy friend, and thou wouldst rob me
104   I,    XXXIII|         have listened, Lothario my friend, attentively, as thou hast
105   I,    XXXIII|           he went to dine with his friend, and was welcomed by Camilla,
106   I,    XXXIII|         the lists according to his friend's wish, and facing an enemy
107   I,    XXXIII|           conclusion that what his friend had told him about the replies
108   I,    XXXIII|      betaking himself to that of a friend of his who lived in a village
109   I,    XXXIII|            so arranged it that the friend should send him a very pressing
110   I,    XXXIII|     weakness, called himself a bad friend, nay a bad Christian; then
111   I,     XXXIV|           to give thee, Anselmo my friend," said Lothario, "are that
112   I,     XXXIV|            Take back thy money, my friend; here it is, and I have
113   I,     XXXIV|            him, said, "Lothario my friend, I must tell thee I have
114   I,     XXXIV|           pretence of going to his friend's country house, took his
115   I,     XXXIV|        disclosed regardless of his friend and of my honour. Go to
116   I,     XXXIV|           he is dead?"~ ~"What, my friend?" replied Camilla, "we shall
117   I,     XXXIV|       Leonela, to call hither that friend, the falsest to his friend
118   I,     XXXIV|         friend, the falsest to his friend the sun ever shone upon
119   I,     XXXIV|          the breast of so stanch a friend; nor indeed did I myself
120   I,     XXXIV|          foul blood of the falsest friend that friendship ever saw
121   I,     XXXIV|     position: and knowing that his friend Anselmo heard him he spoke
122   I,     XXXIV|       house to go and see his good friend Lothario, and with him give
123   I,     XXXIV|            forget how deceived his friend was, and how dishonourably
124   I,      XXXV|         heart and dejected, to his friend Lothario to make known his
125   I,      XXXV|          moment left without wife, friend, or servants, abandoned,
126   I,      XXXV|      resolved at last to go to his friend's village, where he had
127   I,      XXXV|           that Lothario, the great friend of the wealthy Anselmo,
128   I,      XXXV|           reached the house of his friend, who as yet knew nothing
129   I,      XXXV|           an end. The next day his friend sent intelligence of his
130   I,        XL|            on Christian soil. This friend of mine, then, was one of
131   I,       XLI|           that he was a very great friend of his), and that I wanted
132   I,       XLI|           captive belonging to his friend the Arnaut Mami, and that
133   I,     XLIII|           then he invoked his good friend Urganda to succour him;
134   I,       XLV|          who saw the object of his friend the barber; and Cardenio,
135   I,     XLVII|      Marvel not at that, Sancho my friend," said Don Quixote; "for
136   I,     XLVII|            He then mounted and his friend the barber did the same,
137   I,         L|           story will do. So begin, friend, for we are all prepared
138   I,       LII|         endure than these. Aid me, friend Sancho, to mount the enchanted
139   I,       LII|            me; but now tell me, my friend, what have you made by your
140   I,       LII|          value and consequence, my friend; for I want to see them
141  II,         I|          the affection he bore his friend got for him. The great poet
142  II,        II|          point; tell me, Sancho my friend, what do they say about
143  II,        II|            me a great pleasure, my friend," said Don Quixote, "for
144  II,       III|        fancied some sage, either a friend or an enemy, might, by the
145  II,       III|            them to the press; if a friend, in order to magnify and
146  II,       III|        Personages, not presonages, friend Sancho," said Samson.~ ~"
147  II,         V|          What have you got, Sancho friend, that you are so glad?"~ ~
148  II,        VI|           court?"~ ~"Recollect, my friend," said Don Quixote, "all
149  II,       VII|         well-spoken man, and a new friend of her master's, he might
150  II,       VII|      Quixote; "continue, Sancho my friend; go on; you talk pearls
151  II,       VII|          promotion."~ ~"Sancho, my friend," replied Don Quixote, "
152  II,       VII|      offered him one, as he knew a friend of his who had it would
153  II,      VIII|           Don Quixote, "Sancho, my friend, night is drawing on upon
154  II,        IX|            Can you tell me, worthy friend, and God speed you, whereabouts
155  II,        IX|           will be one of these, my friend," said Don Quixote.~ ~"May
156  II,         X|            of their hearts. Go, my friend, may better fortune than
157  II,         X|            you are a messenger, my friend, no blame belongs to you.'
158  II,         X|              What news, Sancho, my friend? Am I to mark this day with
159  II,         X|            thou saying, Sancho, my friend?" exclaimed Don Quixote. "
160  II,         X|           can only say, Sancho, my friend," said Don Quixote, "that
161  II,         X|        Sancho.~ ~"I believe it, my friend," returned Don Quixote; "
162  II,       XII|            why it was said -~ ~For friend no longer is there friend;
163  II,       XII|          friend no longer is there friend; The reeds turn lances now.~ ~
164  II,       XII|         some one else has sung -~ ~Friend to friend the bug, etc.~ ~
165  II,       XII|        else has sung -~ ~Friend to friend the bug, etc.~ ~And let
166  II,       XII|           the other, "Dismount, my friend, and take the bridles off
167  II,       XIV|           speak of is the greatest friend I have in the world; so
168  II,       XIV|          Don Quixote; that is your friend, the bachelor Samson Carrasco,
169  II,       XIV|            Cecial I am, gossip and friend Sancho Panza; and I'll tell
170  II,       XVI|      display the countenance of my friend the bachelor, in order that
171  II,      XVII|            Give me that helmet, my friend, for either I know little
172  II,      XVII|       Quixote; "close the door, my friend, and let me have, in the
173  II,     XVIII|        ingenuity."~ ~"A discerning friend of mine," said Don Quixote, "
174  II,        XX|          said to Sancho, "Fall to, friend, and take the edge off your
175  II,        XX|           beneficiary is a greater friend of Camacho's than of Basilio'
176  II,      XXII|            pit."~ ~"You are right, friend," said the cousin; and said
177  II,      XXII|          for an emprise like this, friend Sancho, was reserved for
178  II,     XXIII|         out the heart of his great friend Durandarte from his breast
179  II,     XXIII|           the lady Belerma, as his friend when at the point of death
180  II,     XXIII|            said to me, 'This is my friend Durandarte, flower and mirror
181  II,     XXIII|            it."~ ~"Nay, Sancho, my friend," said Don Quixote, "it
182  II,      XXIV|       Quixote, "is it possible, my friend, that all the time you served
183  II,      XXIX|         out, "Seest thou there, my friend? there stands the castle
184  II,       XXX|      remain on his knees; rise, my friend, and bid your master welcome
185  II,      XXXI|            to him, "You must know, friend Sancho, that Dona Rodriguez
186  II,      XXXI|         swindler? Nay, nay, Sancho friend, keep clear, oh, keep clear
187  II,     XXXII|          govern."~ ~"No, Sancho my friend, certainly not," said the
188  II,     XXXII|         pain."~ ~"Don't be uneasy, friend Sancho," said the duchess; "
189  II,     XXXII|         fidelity! Rise, Sancho, my friend; I will repay your courtesy
190  II,    XXXIII|            or ill-bred; for when a friend drinks one's health what
191  II,     XXXIV|            sage Alquife, the great friend of Urganda the Unknown,"
192  II,      XXXV|            Well then, the fact is, friend Sancho," said the duke, "
193  II,    XXXVII|            it's all one."~ ~"Hush, friend Sancho," said Don Quixote; "
194  II,        XL|          him to Pierres, who was a friend of his, and who made long
195  II,        XL|     Dulcinea."~ ~"Yes, you can, my friend," replied the Trifaldi; "
196  II,        XL|         hard on duennas, Sancho my friend," said the duchess; "you
197  II,       XLI|         see myself a governor."~ ~"Friend Sancho," said the duke at
198  II,       XLI|         one place. Banish fear, my friend, for indeed everything is
199  II,       XLI|          duchess said, "Sancho, my friend, mind what you are saying;
200  II,      XLII|         infinite thanks to heaven, friend Sancho, that, before I have
201  II,      XLIV|          labyrinth. Believe me, my friend, we must pray earnestly
202  II,       XLV|        purse, my worthy and sturdy friend." She handed it to him at
203  II,      XLVI|          and the other damsel, her friend, were lying in wait for
204  II,      XLVI|      pretended to faint, while her friend caught her in her lap, and
205  II,      XLVI|            from what," replied the friend, "for Altisidora is the
206  II,     XLVII|        four in the morning.~ ~Your friend,~ ~THE DUKE~ ~Sancho was
207  II,         L|            which ran as follows:~ ~Friend Teresa,-Your husband Sancho'
208  II,         L|            this place. Your loving friend, THE DUCHESS.~ ~"Ah, what
209  II,         L|         she's a duchess, calls me 'friend,' and treats me as if I
210  II,        LI|          stupidities and blunders, friend Sancho, I have received
211  II,        LI|           of pity to anyone.~ ~Thy friend, DON QUIXOTE OF LA MANCHA.~ ~
212  II,       LII|          islands? Thou knowest, my friend, what my mother used to
213  II,      LIII|          only beg and entreat some friend, if I have one, to give
214  II,      LIII|            Come along, comrade and friend and partner of my toils
215  II,       LIV|            hold in my arms my dear friend, my good neighbour Sancho
216  II,       LIV|        knowest well, neighbour and friend Sancho Panza, how the proclamation
217  II,       LIV|         said Sancho; "I tell thee, friend Ricote, I left it this morning,
218  II,       LIV|             but now let me be off, friend Ricote, for I want to reach
219  II,        LV|         passed away! O comrade and friend, how ill have I repaid thy
220  II,       LVI|            of our town and a great friend of ours; and my lady Dulcinea
221  II,      LVII|        Sancho and said, "Sancho my friend, I conjure thee by the life
222  II,     LVIII|         reached your ears."~ ~"Ah! friend of my soul," instantly exclaimed
223  II,     LVIII|        they talk about."~ ~"Oh, my friend," said the other, "let us
224  II,       LIX|          hand.~ ~ ~"Eat, Sancho my friend," said Don Quixote; "support
225  II,       LIX|          name."~ ~"From your talk, friend," said Don Jeronimo, "no
226  II,        LX|           of Simon Forte, thy good friend, and special enemy of Clauquel
227  II,        LX|            and wrote a letter to a friend of his at Barcelona, telling
228  II,      LXII|            as he retired the other friend came forward and asked it, "
229  II,     LXIII|        said to him, "Ah, Sancho my friend, how quickly and cheaply
230  II,      LXVI|            Forward then, Sancho my friend, let us go to keep the year
231  II,      LXVI|           in God's name, Sancho my friend," said Don Quixote, "for
232  II,      LXVI|            I do not recognise you, friend," said Don Quixote, "nor
233  II,      LXVI|          Beyond a doubt, Sancho my friend, this master of thine ought
234  II,     LXVII|            God bless me, Sancho my friend!" said Don Quixote, "what
235  II,    LXVIII|           were.~ ~"Let them be, my friend," said Don Quixote; "this
236  II,      LXIX|           of. From this day forth, friend Sancho, count as thine six
237  II,      LXIX|          knew already what a great friend of his she was. The duke
238  II,       LXX|       window."~ ~"Sleep, Sancho my friend," said Don Quixote, "if
239  II,      LXXI|          Thou art right, Sancho my friend," said Don Quixote, "and
240  II,      LXXI|        said to him, "Take care, my friend, not to cut thyself to pieces;
241  II,      LXXI|       quarter.~ ~"Go on, Sancho my friend, and be not disheartened,"
242  II,      LXXI|           him, "As thou livest, my friend, let the matter rest where
243  II,      LXXI|           Heaven forbid, Sancho my friend, that to please me thou
244  II,      LXXI|          it must not be, Sancho my friend," said Don Quixote; "but,
245  II,     LXXII|          history, was a very great friend of mine, and it was I who
246  II,     LXXII|        uttered more drolleries, my friend, in the few words you have
247  II,    LXXIII|       Sancho, "Dost thou not mark, friend, what that boy said, 'Thou
248  II,     LXXIV|           he said, "Forgive me, my friend, that I led thee to seem
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