Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,  TransPre|       gunshot wounds, two in the breast and one in the left hand
 2   I,       III|          presents itself to this breast which thou holdest in subjection;
 3   I,        IV|   brought his buckler before his breast, and planting himself in
 4   I,       XIV| constrain to lend~ This stricken breast of mine deep notes of woe~
 5   I,       XIV|         toil;~ And all into this breast transfer their pains,~ And (
 6   I,        XX|       dread, and dismay into the breast of Mars himself, much more
 7   I,        XX|          head bent down upon his breast in manifest mortification;
 8   I,      XXII|          beard falling below his breast, who on hearing himself
 9   I,      XXIV|        his head to fall upon his breast, and seemed plunged in deep
10   I,      XXIV|          a blow on Don Quixote's breast that he laid him on his
11   I,       XXV|          head instead of at your breast, a fine way we should have
12   I,     XXVII|          head bent down upon his breast like one in deep thought,
13   I,     XXVII|      righteous indignation of my breast in the punishment of the
14   I,      XXIX|       had they caught him on the breast or head. As it was, they
15   I,      XXIX|          drawing his head to his breast had it on in an instant,
16   I,       XXX|      anger that had arisen in my breast, and will proceed in peace
17   I,    XXXIII|       now repose in quiet in the breast of thy chaste wife; reflect
18   I,     XXXIV|          bear~ Deep graven in my breast for all to see.~ This like
19   I,     XXXIV|      honour could harbour in the breast of so stanch a friend; nor
20   I,     XXXIV|        bent on burying it in his breast that he was almost uncertain
21   I,    XXXVII|        from a baldric across his breast. Behind him, mounted upon
22   I,        XL|         crossing the arms on the breast. Shortly afterwards at the
23   I,        XL|      saying he took out from his breast a metal crucifix, and with
24   I,       XLI|          and laid her head on my breast, bending her knees a little
25   I,       XLI|      mine he drew her to his own breast, while she sighing, her
26   I,      XLII|         placed both hands on his breast so as to have a good look
27   I,       LII|    soldier shows on his face and breast are stars that direct others
28  II,         I|         depths; and opposing his breast to the irresistible gale,
29  II,       XII|          or soft, I offer you my breast,~ Whate'er you grave or
30  II,      XVII|          found in your worship's breast as in their own proper depository
31  II,     XXIII| Nevertheless, I felt my head and breast to satisfy myself whether
32  II,     XXIII|     ground. On his shoulders and breast he had a green satin collegiate
33  II,     XXIII|       friend Durandarte from his breast with a little dagger, and
34  II,     XXIII|        Cut the heart from out my breast,~ And bear it to Belerma.~
35  II,     XXIII|    leaving an atom of it in your breast, I wiped it with a lace
36  II,      XXIV|          up envy in many a noble breast; but let this stand over
37  II,      XXVI|       neck, crossing them on his breast so as not to fall, for the
38  II,     XXVII|       back and coming out at his breast, and every minute drawing
39  II,       XXX|          by it with his face and breast on the ground. Don Quixote,
40  II,     XLVII|          let it be rotting in my breast, come what may. I mean,
41  II,      LVII|        in my wife Teresa Panza's breast would end in my going back
42  II,        LX|         fainting on the bleeding breast of Don Vicente, whom a death
43  II,    LXVIII|     pointed them at his back and breast, menacing him with death.