Parte,  Chap.

  1   I,   Commend|           be welcomed by the good,~ O Book! thou make thy steady
  2   I,   Commend|      Relating how he lost his wits~ O'er idle tales of love and
  3   I,   Commend|             Angelica undone,~ Am I; o'er distant seas condemned
  4   I,        II|          the rubicund Apollo spread o'er the face of the broad
  5   I,        II|        memorial for ever. And thou, O sage magician, whoever thou
  6   I,        II|          love-stricken in earnest, "O Princess Dulcinea, lady
  7   I,        II|             presence of thy beauty. O lady, deign to hold in remembrance
  8   I,       III|        hailed him in a loud voice, "O thou, whoever thou art,
  9   I,       III|            on his sword exclaimed, "O Lady of Beauty, strength
 10   I,        IV|       fortunate above all on earth, O Dulcinea del Toboso, fairest
 11   I,         V|       ballad as far as the lines:~ ~O noble Marquis of Mantua,~
 12   I,      VIII|         blow, cried aloud, saying, "O lady of my soul, Dulcinea,
 13   I,      XIII|             spread in our Spain -~ ~O never surely was there knight~
 14   I,     XXIII| exclamations and heard him saying, "O son of my bowels, born in
 15   I,     XXVII|         speak to Luscinda's father. O, ambitious Marius! O, cruel
 16   I,     XXVII|        father. O, ambitious Marius! O, cruel Catiline! O, wicked
 17   I,     XXVII|          Marius! O, cruel Catiline! O, wicked Sylla! O, perfidious
 18   I,     XXVII|          Catiline! O, wicked Sylla! O, perfidious Ganelon! O,
 19   I,     XXVII|              O, perfidious Ganelon! O, treacherous Vellido! O,
 20   I,     XXVII|             O, treacherous Vellido! O, vindictive Julian! O, covetous
 21   I,     XXVII|      Vellido! O, vindictive Julian! O, covetous Judas! Traitor,
 22   I,     XXVII|           come at the same instant. O, treacherous Don Fernando!
 23   I,    XXVIII|       saying in plaintive tones:~ ~"O God! is it possible I have
 24   I,       XXX|           my life and being to her. O whoreson scoundrel, how
 25   I,      XXXI|             both of you be hid?"~ ~"O, how silly and simple thou
 26   I,      XXXI|            to weep freely, saying, "O, senor, do you not know
 27   I,     XXXIV|           lowering skies,~ In peril o'er a trackless ocean sails,~
 28   I,      XLVI|          make it-was heard to say, "O Knight of the Rueful Countenance,
 29   I,      XLVI|             starry signs. And thou, O most noble and obedient
 30   I,      XLIX|          and in his blessed mother, O flower and mirror of steeds,
 31  II,        II|            was lachrymose. So that, O Sancho, amongst all these
 32  II,       VII|            said with a loud voice, "O flower of knight-errantry!
 33  II,       VII|          flower of knight-errantry! O shining light of arms! O
 34  II,       VII|            O shining light of arms! O honour and mirror of the
 35  II,      VIII|           off? Thou hast forgotten, O Sancho, those lines of our
 36  II,      VIII|         sequence of a true history. O envy, root of all countless
 37  II,      VIII|             appointed end. So that, O Sancho, in what we do we
 38  II,         X|         poisoned my very heart."~ ~"O scum of the earth!" cried
 39  II,         X|              cried Sancho at this, "O miserable, spiteful enchanters!
 40  II,         X|     miserable, spiteful enchanters! O that I could see you all
 41  II,       XII|      melancholy and piteous voice, "O fairest and most ungrateful
 42  II,      XIII|            to be very becoming."~ ~"O how little you know about
 43  II,      XIII|          this Ciudad Real wine?"~ ~"O rare wine-taster!" said
 44  II,      XVII|            this cart and mules."~ ~"O man of little faith," replied
 45  II,      XVII|             out into exclamations. "O doughty Don Quixote! high-mettled
 46  II,     XVIII|           he was, he exclaimed -~ ~"O ye sweet treasures, to my
 47  II,     XVIII|         twas heaven's good-will.~ ~ O ye Tobosan jars, how ye
 48  II,     XVIII|            she gave she took away.~ O Fortune, long I've sued
 49  II,        XX|            Even should that happen, O Sancho," said Don Quixote, "
 50  II,       XXI|       gazing fixedly at her, said, "O Quiteria, why hast thou
 51  II,       XXI|             What I entreat of thee, O thou fatal star to me, is
 52  II,      XXII|             her husband. "Remember, O prudent Basilio," added
 53  II,      XXII|          and then exclaimed aloud, "O mistress of my actions and
 54  II,      XXII|            the flower of the field. O ill-fated Montesinos! O
 55  II,      XXII|             O ill-fated Montesinos! O sore-wounded Durandarte!
 56  II,      XXII|            sore-wounded Durandarte! O unhappy Belerma! O tearful
 57  II,      XXII|      Durandarte! O unhappy Belerma! O tearful Guadiana, and ye
 58  II,      XXII|            tearful Guadiana, and ye O hapless daughters of Ruidera
 59  II,     XXIII|           me, 'For a long time now, O valiant knight Don Quixote
 60  II,     XXIII|        cried out in a loud voice:~ ~O cousin Montesinos!~ 'T was
 61  II,     XXIII|          bowels; and more by token, O cousin of my soul, at the
 62  II,     XXIII|           this that I tell you now, O cousin mine, I have told
 63  II,     XXIII|             yards into the air."~ ~"O blessed God!" exclaimed
 64  II,     XXIII|         craze so full of absurdity! O senor, senor, for God's
 65  II,       XXV|            two pillars of Hercules, O illustrious reviver of knight-errantry,
 66  II,       XXV|         long consigned to oblivion! O never yet duly extolled
 67  II,      XXVI|         road to Paris. Go in peace, O peerless pair of true lovers!
 68  II,    XXVIII|           me in elegant style! Body o' me! is the cause of my
 69  II,    XXVIII|           out of your own hand."~ ~"O body o' me!" said Sancho, "
 70  II,    XXVIII|           your own hand."~ ~"O body o' me!" said Sancho, "but
 71  II,    XXVIII|             not make in my company. O bread thanklessly received!
 72  II,    XXVIII|         bread thanklessly received! O promises ill-bestowed! O
 73  II,    XXVIII|            O promises ill-bestowed! O man more beast than human
 74  II,      XXIX|             and plunge in after us. O dear friends, peace be with
 75  II,     XXXII|             your highnesses to say, O most excellent duke and
 76  II,      XXXV|            in such a piteous case.~ O thou, the pride and pink
 77  II,      XXXV|               The adamantine steel! O shining light,~ O beacon,
 78  II,      XXXV|            steel! O shining light,~ O beacon, polestar, path and
 79  II,      XXXV|           the course of time. Turn, O miserable, hard-hearted
 80  II,     XXXVI|   Distressed Duenna. Bid her enter, O stupendous squire, and tell
 81  II,   XXXVIII|             and legs I cast myself, O unconquered knight, as before,
 82  II,   XXXVIII|           remedy for my misfortune, O valorous errant, whose veritable
 83  II,   XXXVIII|      grasping his hands, she said, "O thou, most loyal squire
 84  II,        XL|     inquisitive can desire to know. O renowned author! O happy
 85  II,        XL|            know. O renowned author! O happy Don Quixote! O famous
 86  II,        XL|        author! O happy Don Quixote! O famous famous droll Sancho!
 87  II,        XL|             and we the labour? Body o' me! if the historians would
 88  II,        XL|            it makes queens of them. O giant Malambruno, though
 89  II,      XLIV|       exclaimed as he was writing, "O poverty, poverty! I know
 90  II,      XLIV|       strings, began this ballad:~ ~O thou that art above in bed,~
 91  II,      XLIV|        outstretched legs asleep;~ ~ O thou, most valiant knight
 92  II,      XLIV|            gloomy mountain cave?~ ~ O Dulcinea may be proud,~
 93  II,      XLIV|       trimmed with gold galloon.~ ~ O for to be the happy fair~
 94  II,      XLIV|           sigh he said to himself, "O that I should be such an
 95  II,      XLIV|          but falls in love with me! O that the peerless Dulcinea
 96  II,       XLV|          BEGINNING IN GOVERNING~ ~ ~O perpetual discoverer of
 97  II,       XLV|             never settest! To thee, O Sun, by whose aid man begetteth
 98  II,      XLVI|          Don Quixote.~ ~When eleven o'clock came, Don Quixote
 99  II,    XLVIII|            brass, nor is it now ten o'clock in the morning, but
100  II,      LIII|             was saying to himself, "O if it would only please
101  II,      LIII|           to himself. He asked what o'clock it was; they told
102  II,        LV|             eyes as we passed away! O comrade and friend, how
103  II,      LVII|               One word and no more, O valiant Don Quixote, I ask
104  II,       LIX|            for hens again."~ ~"Body o' me!" said Sancho, "let'
105  II,        LX|         have fallen into thy hands, O valiant Roque, whose fame
106  II,        LX|            out a thought so wicked! O furious force of jealousy,
107  II,        LX|            lodging in their bosoms! O husband, whose unhappy fate
108  II,      LXII|            dance began at about ten o'clock. Among the ladies
109  II,      LXII|            him who sold thee to me, O sage head, talking head,
110  II,      LXII|           is enough to convince me, O Head, that thou knowest
111  II,      LXII|               but by olla?"~ ~"Body o' me," exclaimed Don Quixote, "
112  II,     LXIII|          broken by sobs and sighs, "O Ana Felix, my unhappy daughter,
113  II,       LXV|            get them back again."~ ~"O senor," said Don Antonio, "
114  II,      LXVI|             with evident pleasure, "O Senor Don Quixote of La
115  II,     LXVII|       asking fool's questions. Body o' me, senor! is your worship
116  II,     LXVII|           myself at such a calling. O what neat spoons I'll make
117  II,    LXVIII|            not to say my flesh."~ ~"O hard heart!" said Don Quixote, "
118  II,    LXVIII|          heart!" said Don Quixote, "O pitiless squire! O bread
119  II,    LXVIII|        Quixote, "O pitiless squire! O bread ill-bestowed and favours
120  II,    LXVIII|            When in my mind~ I muse, O Love, upon thy cruelty,~
121  II,      LXIX|          prison-house set free,~ As o'er the Stygian lake it floats
122  II,      LXIX|          light. Do thou, therefore, O Rhadamanthus, who sittest
123  II,      LXIX|          handled as turn Moor. Body o' me! What has handling my
124  II,       LXX|      treated me, obdurate knight,~ ~O harder thou than marble
125  II,      LXXI|              but I say no more."~ ~"O blessed Sancho! O dear Sancho!"
126  II,      LXXI|         more."~ ~"O blessed Sancho! O dear Sancho!" said Don Quixote; "
127  II,     LXXIV|        brass wire, upon this shelf, O my pen, whether of skilful