If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms; if you would walk off I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I may, and thaes the humour of it.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
“Well,” said McTeague, easily, his mouth full of mashed potato, “you got a lot saved up.”
— from McTeague: A Story of San Francisco by Frank Norris
“Stop me, Seraphitus,” said a pale young girl, “and let me breathe.
— from The Works of Balzac: A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions by Honoré de Balzac
[Pg 483] and an income from licenses, police court fines, etc., of about $60,000 per year, giving a little more than $300,000 available for city purposes.
— from History of Linn County Iowa From Its Earliest Settlement to the Present Time [1911] by Luther Albertus Brewer
If you will walke off a little, Ile pricke your guts a little in good termes, And theres the humour of it.
— from The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9] by William Shakespeare
"It's like cutting straight down through a fruitcake," Fulkerson went on, "or a mince-pie, when you don't know who made the pie; you get a little of everything."
— from A Hazard of New Fortunes — Complete by William Dean Howells
I pray you, gentlemen and ladies, can anything more ingenious than this practice be thought on?" All did admit it to be a rare example of ability in tormenting; but some objected it was not solely exercised by wives and husbands, but that friends, lovers, and all sorts of persons might use it.
— from Constance Sherwood: An Autobiography of the Sixteenth Century by Georgiana Fullerton
Perhaps your grandchildren at least will become wealthy and powerful enough to receive a baron as their guest, even as does the rich Othon.
— from Life on a Mediaeval Barony A Picture of a Typical Feudal Community in the Thirteenth Century by William Stearns Davis
I’ll take him upstairs,” she said to the two older children, “and then you can play your game a little longer without any one to bother you.
— from The Curlytops at Silver Lake; Or, On the Water with Uncle Ben by Howard Roger Garis
“I promise; ye gods and little fishes hear my vow!” cried MacDaly, when Joe allowed him to come far enough out of the water to clasp his hands.
— from The House of Armour by Marshall Saunders
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