Whereupon, Sir Humphrey de Bohun, the high-constable, thus spoke, and the herald, following his words, made proclamation— "Hear ye, Sir Yvo de Taillebois and Sir Foulke d'Oilly, appellant and appellee; ye shall present yourselves, you Sir Yvo de Taillebois, appellant, in your own person, or by your champion, to be by this court approved, and you, Sir Foulke d'Oilly, appellee, in your person, in the tilt-yard of this Castle of Lancaster, at ten o'clock of the morning of the third day hereafter, to do battle to the uttermost on this quarrel.
— from Wager of Battle: A Tale of Saxon Slavery in Sherwood Forest by Henry William Herbert

How long, pray, have yon served your present master?
— from The Beaux-Stratagem by George Farquhar

I cannot, however, help thinking, that some of these may have been prevented from signing the document in question by some considerations which have occurred to myself on the perusal of it; and as a few lines of editorial comment indicate that the project has your sanction, you will perhaps allow me briefly to say why I think the people of Scotland should give to it the most deliberate consideration before committing themselves to it.
— from Leading Articles on Various Subjects by Hugh Miller

"Don't you remember, Henry," she went on whimpering to Priam, "how you said you wouldn't be married in a church, not for anybody?
— from Buried Alive: A Tale of These Days by Arnold Bennett

And you,” he added, turning on George, “you spared her, you pitied her, you sacrificed yourself.
— from Mr. Witt's Widow: A Frivolous Tale by Anthony Hope

"Well, Phil," said I, in a low voice, "among those present have you seen your ideal of woman?"
— from Under the Red Dragon: A Novel by James Grant

"Pray, have you seen your friend Colonel Middleton lately?"
— from The Forgery; or, Best Intentions. by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

You know how things are going here, lately; and Perkins hates you since you took the part of that peon he was beating up,—and, by the way, I saw that same Injun at Don Andres' rancho.
— from The Gringos A Story Of The Old California Days In 1849 by B. M. Bower

As you go out, it will be made clear to you, by a savage irony, that Play has yet spared you something, since your property is returned.
— from The Magic Skin by Honoré de Balzac