Parte,  Chap.

  1   I,  TransPre|        passed by his will to his son Alfonso Munio, who, as territorial
  2   I,  TransPre|          of Cervatos. His eldest son Pedro succeeded him in the
  3   I,  TransPre|  assumption at which the younger son, Gonzalo, seems to have
  4   I,  TransPre|        himself, and apparently a son of his, followed Ferdinand
  5   I,  TransPre|         and another, Juan, whose son Rodrigo married Dona Leonor
  6   I,  TransPre|       poor, should have sent his son to a university a hundred
  7   I,   AuthPre|      father has an ugly, loutish son, the love he bears him so
  8   I,         I|         he strangled Antaeus the son of Terra in his arms. He
  9   I,        IV|        moreover, everyone is the son of his works."~ ~"That is
 10   I,        IV|     mine-of what works is he the son, when he refuses me the
 11   I,        IV|         and said, "Come here, my son, I want to pay you what
 12   I,         V|       the loves of the Emperor's son and his wife all exactly
 13   I,        VI|          Esplandian,' the lawful son of Amadis of Gaul."~ ~"Then
 14   I,        VI|       down to the account of the son. Take it, mistress housekeeper;
 15   I,      XVII|          exclaiming, "Sancho, my son, drink not water; drink
 16   I,      XVII|          water; drink it not, my son, for it will kill thee;
 17   I,     XVIII|       any other than my father's son? and the alforjas that are
 18   I,     XVIII|              Ask that of God, my son," said Don Quixote; and
 19   I,       XXI|       knight is proved to be the son of a valiant king of some
 20   I,       XXI|       she well knew me to be the son of a water-carrier, she
 21   I,      XXII|          stirred to wrath), "Don son of a bitch, Don Ginesillo
 22   I,     XXIII|         and heard him saying, "O son of my bowels, born in my
 23   I,      XXIV|       not servant, of his eldest son, and would take upon himself
 24   I,      XXIV|   pleasure was the duke's second son, Fernando by name, a gallant
 25   I,       XXV|     AEneas the virtue of a pious son and the sagacity of a brave
 26   I,    XXVIII|          the name of the younger son of the duke I told of."~ ~
 27   I,      XXIX|        that wrong, and kill that son of a bitch of a giant your
 28   I,       XXX|         squire, "Here, Sancho my son, bear a hand and help me
 29   I,      XXXI|         all this true, Andres my son? Didst thou not mark with
 30   I,    XXXIII|     rendered me in making me the son of such parents as mine
 31   I,     XXXIX|       Prize, whose captain was a son of the famous corsair Barbarossa.
 32   I,     XXXIX|      capture of the Prize.~ ~The son of Barbarossa was so cruel,
 33   I,       XLI|   kindness as they did their own son.~ ~We remained six days
 34   I,      XLII|    anxiety to hear of his eldest son, and he prays God unceasingly
 35   I,      XLII|         looked upon those of his son; but with regard to him
 36   I,     XLIII|      singer, dear senora, is the son of a gentleman of Aragon,
 37   I,     XLIII|         be even a servant to his son, much less wife? And as
 38   I,      XLIV|           Senor Judge? He is the son of your neighbour, who has
 39   I,      XLIV|        accept me at once as your son; for if my father, influenced
 40   I,      XLIV|       looked for a title for his son.~ ~The guests had by this
 41   I,      XLIV|        all which, run, Sancho my son, and fetch hither the helmet
 42   I,      XLVI|        and said, "Now, Sancho my son, thou wilt be convinced
 43   I,     XLVII|         of the matter, Sancho my son?"~ ~ ~"I don't know what
 44   I,     XLVII|         worse. Each of us is the son of his own works; and being
 45   I,    XLVIII|        what thou wilt, Sancho my son," returned Don Quixote, "
 46   I,        LI|          Vicente de la Roca, the son of a poor peasant of the
 47  II,        II|         atom; for last night the son of Bartholomew Carrasco,
 48  II,       III|      Quixote."~ ~"I will bet the son of a dog has mixed the cabbages
 49  II,         V|         nose of your neigbbour's son, and take him into your
 50  II,         V|         Lope Tocho, Juan Tocho's son, a stout, sturdy young fellow
 51  II,         V|          a government, take your son Sancho with you, and teach
 52  II,       VII|    pigeons; and bear in mind, my son, that a good hope is better
 53  II,        IX|      said to Sancho, "Sancho, my son, lead on to the palace of
 54  II,        IX|         it most gladly. Come, my son, let us go look for some
 55  II,         X|   brought back before.~ ~"Go, my son," said Don Quixote, "and
 56  II,         X|        disarranged. In short, my son, observe all her actions
 57  II,         X|            Let us go, Sancho, my son," said Don Quixote, "and
 58  II,       XII|         tradition from father to son, that the author of this
 59  II,       XIV|        not to believe; quick, my son, and learn what magic can
 60  II,       XVI|         the gentleman, "have one son, without whom, perhaps,
 61  II,       XVI|          not because he is a bad son, but because he is not so
 62  II,       XVI|          you say, senor, of your son having no great opinion
 63  II,       XVI|         writing in his. But your son, senor, I suspect, is not
 64  II,       XVI|       then, gentle sir, let your son go on as his star leads
 65  II,       XVI|      learned counsellor. If your son write satires reflecting
 66  II,     XVIII|        student poet, Don Diego's son, who had come out with his
 67  II,     XVIII| exclamation, and both mother and son were filled with amazement
 68  II,     XVIII|      Lorenzo (for so Don Diego's son was called) took the opportunity
 69  II,     XVIII|       don't know what to say, my son," replied. Don Diego; "all
 70  II,     XVIII|       close. Don Diego asked his son what he had been able to
 71  II,     XVIII|     Ruidera.~ ~Don Diego and his son commended his laudable resolution,
 72  II,     XVIII|        brain."~ ~Both father and son were amazed afresh at the
 73  II,     XXIII|        they say, was the devil's son; but my belief is, not that
 74  II,     XXIII|          that he was the devil's son, but that he knew, as the
 75  II,      XXIV|       over him. And remember, my son, that it is better for the
 76  II,     XXVII|       none the less for that the son of my parents who were greatly
 77  II,    XXVIII|        whole body. Talk away, my son, say whatever comes into
 78  II,       XXX|          Sancho, "Run Sancho, my son, and say to that lady on
 79  II,      XXXI|          a point too little."~ ~"Son of a bitch," said the duenna,
 80  II,      XXXI|    Tomasillo the scapegrace, the son of Balbastro the smith,
 81  II,      XXXI|  Tembleque -"~ ~"As you live, my son," said the churchman, "make
 82  II,     XXXII|      giant that they say was the son of Terra. I would infer
 83  II,      XXXV|     Consent to this whipping, my son; to the devil with the devil,
 84  II,      XLII|         said to thee, attend, my son, to thy Cato here who would
 85  II,      XLII|    troubles.~ ~"First of all, my son, thou must fear God, for
 86  II,     XLIII|           either that he was the son of exceedingly mean and
 87  II,     XLVII|           said the farmer, "this son of mine who is going to
 88  II,     XLVII|        truth, senor governor, my son is possessed of a devil,
 89  II,    XLVIII|        To come to the point, the son of a very rich farmer, living
 90  II,      XLIX|          no child at all, either son or daughter; and besides,
 91  II,      XLIX|      rich man, and that he has a son and a daughter, and that
 92  II,       LII|          of by the rich farmer's son. All who knew her were filled
 93  II,       LII|       Sancha my daughter, and my son, kiss your worship's hands.~ ~
 94  II,       LII|          gentleman. Pedro Lobo's son has received the first orders
 95  II,     LVIII|          Get out of the way, you son of the devil, or these bulls
 96  II,        LX|        that this Torrellas has a son who is called, or at least
 97  II,      LXII|          the wishes of my eldest son?"~ ~"I have said already,"
 98  II,      LXII|        tell thee the wish of thy son is to bury thee."~ ~"That'
 99  II,     LXIII|         Gregorio by name, eldest son of a gentleman who is lord
100  II,      LXIX|       Sancho, "Have patience, my son, and gratify these noble
101  II,      LXIX|        to him, "Now is the time, son of my bowels, not to call
102  II,     LXXII| longed-for home, and see how thy son Sancho Panza comes back
103  II,     LXXII|       arms and receive, too, thy son Don Quixote, who, if he
104  II,     LXXIV|     adopt him and claim him as a son, as the seven cities of