Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,        II|      wants lodging, bating the bed (for there is not one in
 2   I,        II|       case," said he,~ ~"'Your bed is on the flinty rock,~
 3   I,         V|     horse's fault; carry me to bed, and if possible send for
 4   I,         V|        master went lame of? To bed with your worship at once,
 5   I,         V|            They carried him to bed at once, and after searching
 6   I,       VII|  Quixote he was already out of bed, and was still shouting
 7   I,       VII|       by force got him back to bed, and when he had become
 8   I,       VII|       soon as I rise from this bed. For the present let them
 9   I,       XVI|     the two made up a very bad bed for Don Quixote in a garret
10   I,       XVI|      quartered a carrier whose bed was placed a little beyond
11   I,       XVI|  reckoning.~ ~On this accursed bed Don Quixote stretched himself,
12   I,       XVI| attentively, and sitting up in bed as well as he could, and
13   I,       XVI|      narrow, wretched, rickety bed of Don Quixote stood first
14   I,       XVI|        promised to come to his bed for a while that night without
15   I,       XVI|     her, and sitting up in his bed in spite of his plasters
16   I,       XVI|       made her sit down on the bed. He then felt her smock,
17   I,       XVI|   chosen to place me upon this bed, where I lie so bruised
18   I,       XVI|        nearer to Don Quixote's bed and stood still to see what
19   I,       XVI|       smarter than a trot. The bed which was somewhat crazy
20   I,       XVI|    panic-stricken made for the bed of Sancho Panza, who still
21   I,       XVI|      back upon his broken-down bed, and, his hand falling on
22   I,      XVII|      earth, who lies on yonder bed wounded by the hands of
23   I,      XVII|      the blanket of the host's bed; but on flinging him into
24   I,       XXI| chamber, flings himself on his bed, cannot sleep for sorrow
25   I,       XXX|         I wish the fleas in my bed were that sort!"~ ~And so
26   I,      XXXI|  knight-errant sleeping in his bed, and without his knowing
27   I,     XXXII|     bade them make up a better bed for him than the last time:
28   I,     XXXIV|        throwing herself upon a bed that was close by, swooned
29   I,     XXXIV|       arms and laid her on the bed, entreating Lothario to
30   I,      XXXV|    wine that stand full at his bed's head, and the spilt wine
31   I,      XXXV|      rolled the blanket of the bed, to which Sancho, for reasons
32   I,      XXXV|      to get Don Quixote on the bed, and he fell asleep with
33   I,      XXXV|        against him for supper, bed, straw, and barley, for
34   I,      XXXV|         but not finding her in bed or anywhere in the house
35   I,      XXXV|         his body partly in the bed, partly on the writing-table,
36   I,    XXXVII|     the head of your worship's bed, and the wine has made a
37   I,   XXXVIII|       these discomforts on the bed that awaits him, which,
38   I,      XLII|      part of the host's narrow bed and half of what the Judge
39   I,      XLIV|   dress you wear, and well the bed in which I find you agrees
40   I,      XLVI|       bind me, and regard this bed whereon they stretch me,
41   I,       LII|        and laid him in his old bed. He eyed them askance, and
42  II,         I|        found him sitting up in bed in a green baize waistcoat
43  II,       XIX|     has to be his companion in bed, at board, and everywhere,
44  II,       XIX|       time; many a one goes to bed in good health who can't
45  II,    XXVIII|     olla supper and sleep in a bed, which I have not slept
46  II,      XXXI|    where there was a sumptuous bed, he undressed and put on
47  II,       XLI|       lady the duchess, or the bed of one of the pages; as
48  II,      XLIV|        day. At last he went to bed, out of spirits and heavy
49  II,      XLIV|        sleep; he rose from his bed and opened slightly a grated
50  II,      XLIV|       O thou that art above in bed,~ Between the holland sheets,~
51  II,      XLIV|         Or even sit beside thy bed~ And scratch thy dusty poll!~ ~
52  II,      XLIV|       stretched himself on his bed, where we will leave him
53  II,      XLVI|      given rise to. He went to bed with them, and just like
54  II,      XLVI|       mayest never come to her bed, at least while I who adore
55  II,      XLVI|       stretched himself on his bed, thanking the duke and duchess
56  II,      XLVI|     days of confinement to his bed, during which he had another
57  II,    XLVIII|     opened. He stood up on the bed wrapped from head to foot
58  II,    XLVIII|       saying he leaped off the bed, intending to close the
59  II,    XLVIII|      should have got up out of bed."~ ~"I may well ask the
60  II,    XLVIII|  marching from the door to the bed, linked hand in hand in
61  II,    XLVIII|       Quixote finally got into bed, and Dona Rodriguez took
62  II,    XLVIII|      he never stirred from his bed, but lay quiet and silent,
63  II,      LIII|       shadow. For as he lay in bed on the night of the seventh
64  II,      LIII|       the bottom. He sat up in bed and remained listening intently
65  II,      LIII|        seated himself upon his bed, and with fear, agitation,
66  II,      LIII|  jacket in freedom, than go to bed between holland sheets and
67  II,        LV|     for a table laid out and a bed ready made. There he saw
68  II,       LIX|        had she been brought to bed, or was she with child,
69  II,       LIX|     give me leave to retire to bed, and to place and retain
70  II,        LX|   borne thee from the marriage bed to the grave!"~ ~So vehement
71  II,      LXII|       up bodily and carried to bed, and the first that laid
72  II,      LXII|     and then put his master to bed, covering him up well so
73  II,       LXV|       did Don Quixote keep his bed, dejected, melancholy, moody
74  II,       LXV|    indeed he chooses to lie in bed, I mean gives way to weakness
75  II,       LXX|        had his master got into bed when he said, "What dost
76  II,       LXX|  sheets and counterpane of the bed, tongue-tied, and unable
77  II,       LXX|       chair at the head of the bed, and, after a deep sigh,
78  II,    LXXIII|    what my duty is; help me to bed, for I don't feel very well;
79  II,    LXXIII|       and niece, helped him to bed, where they gave him something
80  II,     LXXIV|        him and kept him in his bed for six days, during which
81  II,     LXXIV|     lazy, but get up from your bed and let us take to the fields
82  II,     LXXIV|      out at full length on the bed. All were in a flutter and
83  II,     LXXIV|     knight-errant dying in his bed so calmly and so like a