Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night; Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
— from The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Neil on his part had no wish to prolong his dealings with me, only to fulfil his orders and be done with it; and he made haste to give me my route.
— from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson

Then came in that good man, Mr. Ready-to-halt, to see her.
— from The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan Every Child Can Read by John Bunyan

“So much the better,” said Front-de-Boeuf, “that he comes here to give me my revenge.
— from Ivanhoe: A Romance by Walter Scott

“Sir, will you grant me my request?”
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

“Good morning, Madame Rollet,” and she went out, wiping her shoes at the door.
— from Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back. Come gentle night, come loving black-brow’d night, Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
— from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

A breathing-space I ask, to give my madness rest and room, till my very
— from The Aeneid of Virgil by Virgil

Then, my dear, continued the charming man, when they see they are received, at my own times, with an open countenance and cheerful heart; when they see plenty and variety at my board, and meet a kind and hearty welcome from us both; they will not offer to break in upon my conditions, nor grudge me my regular hours: And as most of these people have nothing to do, except to rise in a morning, they may as well come to breakfast with us at half an hour after eight, in summer, as at ten or eleven; to dinner at two, as at four, five, or six; and to supper at eight, as at ten or eleven.
— from Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson

"It grieves me much," replied the peer again, "Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain: But by this lock, this sacred lock, I swear, (Which never more shall join its parted hair; Which never more its honours shall renew, Clipped from the lovely head where once it grew)
— from The Rape of the Lock and Other Poems by Alexander Pope

Let him give me my ring!
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 22, October, 1875, to March, 1876 A Monthly Magazine of General Literature and Science by Various

Juliet awaits Romeo in her room the night after marriage, and with passionate, impatient longing exclaims: "Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so bright
— from Shakspere, Personal Recollections by John A. (John Alexander) Joyce

'Give me my rags again.'
— from John Herring: A West of England Romance. Volume 2 (of 3) by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

Give me my rose and my glove.
— from U.S. Copyright Renewals, 1972 January - June by Library of Congress. Copyright Office

The Greek exclaims in despair, ‘I know not what to do.’ ‘Give me money,’ replies the mariner , ‘and I will find you a defender, who has no money, but who has arms.’
— from Heroines of the Crusades by C. A. (Celestia Angenette) Bloss

“I am dying,” said Strange; “will you not grant me my request?”
— from Mugby Junction by Charles Dickens

"Well, the odds are not so great, Miles," Marble rejoined, looking coolly round at the noisy set of little Frenchmen, who were all talking together over their soup; certainly not a very formidable band in a hand-to-hand encounter, though full of fire and animation.
— from Miles Wallingford Sequel to "Afloat and Ashore" by James Fenimore Cooper

“Give me my rosary, mamma,” said María; and the marquesa took her the beads which hung at the foot of the cross.
— from Leon Roch: A Romance, vol. 2 (of 2) by Benito Pérez Galdós