All the same, even if you eat up every leaf I have, and leave me quite bare, I shall produce wine enough to pour over you when you are led to the altar to be sacrificed."
— from Aesop's Fables; a new translation by Aesop

Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. VIOLA.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

“I am very glad that you have at last made the acquaintance of Gruzdev, our student friend,” she went on writing.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

But let us have a little more conversation.
— from Gorgias by Plato

This was done, and a little before midnight we drew near to the foot of a huge and lofty mountain, not so close to the sea but that it left a narrow space on which to land conveniently.
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Nastagio long made light of this counsel, but, at last, being importuned of them and able no longer to say no, he promised to do as they would have him and let make great preparations, as he would go into France or Spain or some other far place.
— from The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio by Giovanni Boccaccio

“Pray compose yourself, sir,” said Holmes, “and let me have a clear account of who you are, and what it is that has befallen you.”
— from Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Illustrated by Arthur Conan Doyle

I considered it a narrative of facts, and discovered in it a vein of interest deeper than what I found in fairy tales: for as to the elves, having sought them in vain among foxglove leaves and bells, under mushrooms and beneath the ground-ivy mantling old wall-nooks, I had at length made up my mind to the sad truth, that they were all gone out of England to some savage country where the woods were wilder and thicker, and the population more scant; whereas, Lilliput and Brobdignag being, in my creed, solid parts of the earth’s surface, I doubted not that I might one day, by taking a long voyage, see with my own eyes the little fields, houses, and trees, the diminutive people, the tiny cows, sheep, and birds of the one realm; and the corn-fields forest-high, the mighty mastiffs, the monster cats, the tower-like men and women, of the other.
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë

But come here and let me show you what I have bought.
— from A Doll's House : a play by Henrik Ibsen

The enemy were on the hills and looked mightier, for they were revealed among red flashes of their guns, and stood partly visible above clouds of hostile smoke and through clouds of their own, which grasped viscously by the skirts of the hills.
— from Vittoria — Volume 6 by George Meredith

Bert appreciated his manly spirit, and replied, “It was simply a matter of the ‘Red Scout’ having a little more speed.
— from Bert Wilson at the Wheel by J. W. Duffield

The author found this muster-roll, with other valuable papers, in an old tea-chest in the attic of a colonial house at Littleton, Mass., now owned by a collateral descendant of Capt. Bulkeley.
— from Rogers' Rock, Lake George, March 13, 1758: A Battle Fought on Snow Shoes by Mary Cochrane Rogers

Hence away, loathed Melancholy!
— from Punch - Volume 25 (Jul-Dec 1853) by Various

These might be all foolish fantasies of a weary brain, but the man knew he could not rest until he had at least made an attempt to find out.
— from The Man of the Desert by Grace Livingston Hill

"Quit thy hold, and let me go."
— from The Lancashire Witches: A Romance of Pendle Forest by William Harrison Ainsworth

Come here, and let me powder it.
— from The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 13, No. 367, April 25, 1829 by Various

“It would have been a less painful circumstance to me,” he wrote to his representative when he heard of the matter, “to have heard 173 that, in consequence of your non-compliance with their request, they had burned my house and laid my plantation in ruins.”
— from Peggy Owen at Yorktown by Lucy Foster Madison

If Hornby had only given him a little more of his confidence!
— from Ravenshoe by Henry Kingsley

If you would only notice her a little more I think you might win her over.”
— from Vashti; Or, Until Death Us Do Part by Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans