Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,  TransPre|              of Southern Europe, and bore fruit, in one direction
 2   I,        II|              the other; all which he bore with patience rather than
 3   I,       III|            all for the great love he bore them and that they might
 4   I,        IX|            maids as the mothers that bore them. I say, then, that
 5   I,      XVII|       Unlucky me and the mother that bore me! for I am not a knight-errant
 6   I,       XIX|           the good Roderick of Vivar bore himself that day like a
 7   I,        XX|           that the love the shepherd bore the shepherdess turned into
 8   I,       XXI|             Rocinante's top speed he bore down upon him with the pike
 9   I,      XXIV|              the great friendship he bore me I was bound to conceal
10   I,      XXVI|          this day as the mother that bore her, and I should plainly
11   I,      XXVI|     countenance that the mother that bore him would not have known
12   I,     XXVII|              enemy of the earth that bore me, the air refusing me
13   I,     XXVII|             a worthless burden as it bore in me. I was left on foot,
14   I,    XXVIII| transgression; and if in the love he bore me he wished to do me any
15   I,      XXIX|              want of him now. But he bore all with cheerfulness, being
16   I,      XXIX|            the zebra or charger that bore the famous Moor, Muzaraque,
17   I,       XXX|               and the resemblance it bore to those of the books of
18   I,      XXXI|          about the love your worship bore her, and the extraordinary
19   I,     XXXVI|              the surpassing love she bore him. But besides all this,
20   I,    XXXVII|       cut-off head is the bitch that bore me; and the devil take it
21   I,    XXXVII|             giant was the bitch that bore thee, and other nonsense
22   I,        XL|         braver bodies on its surface bore."~ ~The sonnets were not
23   I,     XLIII|           moment, of the mother that bore him; then he called upon
24   I,      XLVI|            obedient squire that ever bore sword at side, beard on
25   I,         L|             naked as when his mother bore him, and bathes him in lukewarm
26   I,       LII|              the whoreson bitch that bore you;" and passing from words
27   I,       LII|              s weathercock a blunter bore;~ The arm renowned far as
28   I,       LII|        bruised sore,~ Whom Rocinante bore~ In his wanderings to and
29  II,         I|        gratitude as the affection he bore his friend got for him.
30  II,        IV|           won't know the mother that bore you."~ ~"That may hold good
31  II,       VII|           state that the mother that bore him would not have known
32  II,       XIV|            this unparalleled fury he bore down where he of the Mirrors
33  II,        XX|            nymphs that followed Love bore their names written on white
34  II,        XX|           four sides of its frame it bore the inscription "Castle
35  II,     XXVII|         distinguish the devices they bore, especially one on a standard
36  II,       XXX|            her. On her left hand she bore a hawk, a proof to Don Quixote'
37  II,    XXXIII|         enchanted as the mother that bore her; and when we least expect
38  II,     XXXIV|             branches of myrtle, they bore it away as the spoils of
39  II,     XXXVI|      disenchanted as the mother that bore her. Say nothing of this
40  II,       LII|              the duchess's hand. One bore by way of address, Letter
41  II,     LXIII|              vessel alive, but as he bore down furiously upon her