Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,       III|          treachery. "But of you," he cried, "base and vile rabble,
 2   I,         V|            See there! plague on it!" cried the housekeeper at this: "
 3   I,      VIII|             to hear what he said, he cried aloud, "Devilish and unnatural
 4   I,      VIII|             of this prodigious blow, cried aloud, saying, "O lady of
 5   I,      XIII|              he pursued the wind, he cried to the wilderness, he served
 6   I,     XVIII| compassionate squire.~ ~"Holy Mary!" cried Sancho, "what is this that
 7   I,       XXI|           the fury of his charge, he cried to him:~ ~"Defend thyself,
 8   I,       XXX|            it not been that Dorothea cried out to him to spare him
 9   I,     XXXVI|       uttering a loud exclamation he cried, "Good God! what is this
10   I,       XLI|            this true, what he says?" cried the Moor.~ ~"It is," replied
11   I,       XLI|        surface of the water. Zoraida cried aloud to us to save him,
12   I,      XLIV|            the king and justice!" he cried, "this thief and highwayman
13   I,       XLV|       charged the officers; Don Luis cried out to his servants to leave
14   I,       XLV|             the inn like thunder, he cried out:~ ~"Hold all, let all
15   I,       LII|            blowing, seeing him fall, cried out to his assailant not
16  II,       VII|            miracles."~ ~"Woe is me," cried the housekeeper, "is it
17  II,         X|            Hey-day! My grandfather!" cried the girl, "much I care for
18  II,         X|                O scum of the earth!" cried Sancho at this, "O miserable,
19  II,       XIV|             made him so hideous, and cried out in a loud voice, "Mind
20  II,      XVII|              was so startled that he cried out to Sancho:~ ~"Sancho,
21  II,      XVII|           and grasping his lance, he cried, "Now, come who will, here
22  II,       XXI|     respected.~ ~"Hold, sirs, hold!" cried Don Quixote in a loud voice; "
23  II,     XXIII|              the wretched Durandarte cried out in a loud voice:~ ~O
24  II,      XXIX|              Don Quixote saw them he cried out, "Seest thou there,
25  II,     XXXII|          duchess."~ ~"Good, by God!" cried Sancho; "say no more in
26  II,    XXXIII|             plaintive, feeble voice, cried out from within the tomb -~ ~
27  II,     XXXIV|             there! brother courier," cried the duke, "who are you?
28  II,      XLVI|          combatants, but Don Quixote cried out aloud, "Let no one take
29  II,      LIII|                 On, senor governor!" cried another, "it is fear more
30  II,       LIV|            perceiving his perplexity cried, "What! and is it possible,
31  II,        LV|              as much as he could, he cried out, "Who is below there?
32  II,     LVIII|      listening with great attention, cried out in a loud voice, "Is
33  II,        LX|            up in his full senses and cried out, "What is this? Who
34  II,        LX|          Cruel, reckless woman!" she cried, "how easily wert thou moved
35  II,      LXII|             inscription on his back, cried out in a loud voice, "The
36  II,      LXIX|             Sancho broke silence and cried out, "By all that's good,
37  II,      LXIX|          seeing which the bystanders cried out almost with one voice, "
38  II,      LXXI|              told his master that he cried off on the score of a blind
39  II,      LXXI|          beech a tremendous lash, he cried out, "Here dies Samson,