Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,   Commend|          Relating how he lost his wits~ O'er idle tales of love
 2   I,   Commend|             Albeit both bereft of wits we go.~ But, though the
 3   I,         I|           poor gentleman lost his wits, and used to lie awake striving
 4   I,         I|           so dry that he lost his wits. His fancy grew full of
 5   I,         I|          bargain.~ ~In short, his wits being quite gone, he hit
 6   I,       III|  suspicion of his guest's want of wits, was quite convinced of
 7   I,      VIII|          of oblivion, or that the wits of La Mancha could have
 8   I,        IX|       real; and if he had had his wits about him and had known
 9   I,      XIII|        how exceedingly out of his wits our Don Quixote was. Sancho
10   I,     XVIII|      thing, according to my small wits, would be for us to return
11   I,        XX|     strokes may have confused thy wits."~ ~"All that may be," replied
12   I,       XXV|         said it he was out of his wits."~ ~"That is what I say,"
13   I,       XXV|        thou art no sounder in thy wits than I."~ ~"I am not so
14   I,      XXVI|         us come to his losing his wits, for certain it is that
15   I,     XXVII|    shepherds, but of the polished wits of the city; and so it proved,
16   I,     XXXII| fabrication and invention of idle wits, devised by them for the
17   I,      XXXV|      master's promises addled his wits.~ ~The landlord was beside
18   I,      XLII|         Don Quixote he was at his wits' end; and all civilities
19   I,       XLV|          who above all was at his wits' end, was the barber basin,
20   I,      XLVI|         not perceived his want of wits, and so they thought it
21   I,    XLVIII|            to the reproach of the wits of Spain; for foreigners
22   I,    XLVIII|  admiration at the incidents, his wits sharpened by the arguments,
23   I,    XLVIII|      people, as the credit of the wits of Spain, the interest and
24   I,    XLVIII|  enchanted but gone wrong in your wits."~ ~"Ask what thou wilt,
25   I,      XLIX|         even dare to unsettle the wits of gentlemen of birth and
26   I,      XLIX|        the one that is out of his wits and enchanted, as you have
27  II,     XVIII|         and feel the pulse of his wits, and as thou art shrewd,
28  II,     XVIII|        able to make out as to the wits of their guest. To which
29  II,     XXIII|         his master was out of his wits and stark mad, so he said
30  II,     XXIII|       left you scant and short of wits."~ ~"Thou talkest in this
31  II,     XXVII|           was sufficiently in his wits to guide the beast, but
32  II,       XXX|          up their abode with dull wits; and as good Sancho is droll
33  II,     XXXII|           you must have lost your wits to ask such a question.
34  II,   XXXVIII|     misfortune has carried off my wits, and I know not whither;
35  II,   XXXVIII|            He would be wanting in wits, senora countess," said
36  II,      XLVI|         the matter, were at their wits' end with astonishment.
37  II,      XLIX|          smarten or stupefy men's wits. At last Doctor Pedro Recio
38  II,        LI|       delicate diet enlivened the wits, and that was what was most
39  II,       LIX|         the landlord, "my guest's wits must he precious dull; I
40  II,        LX|         was frightened out of his wits, and vowed not to open his
41  II,      LXII|      brains and skimming away thy wits."~ ~"Go your own way, brother,"
42  II,      LXII|    begrudges their reward to rare wits and praiseworthy labours.
43  II,      LXVI|          give crumbs to a cat, my wits are so confused and upset."~ ~
44  II,    LXVIII|          and Don Quixote at their wits' end.~ ~Sancho got up as
45  II,    LXVIII|           with the aid of all his wits to make out what could be