Pandare, which that stood hir faste by, 1275 Felte iren hoot, and he bigan to smyte, And seyde, `Nece, I pray yow hertely, Tel me that I shal axen yow a lyte: A womman, that were of his deeth to wyte, With-outen his gilt, but for hir lakked routhe, 1280 Were it wel doon?'
— from Troilus and Criseyde by Geoffrey Chaucer

She scarcely understood what she had been asked, or what she had answered; for her whole attention was absorbed in watching her husband and her rival, who were walking immediately before her—so close, yet so unconscious of her presence; so near in person, yet so far in spirit!
— from Cruel As The Grave by Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth

No proved spy, she, no incarcerated prisoner, yet the most gravely warned, though gentlest, suspect in all the recalcitrant city.
— from Kincaid's Battery by George Washington Cable

Why, sir, I’ll strike nothing: I pray you,— Pro.
— from Two Gentlemen of Verona The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [9 vols.] by William Shakespeare

But just remember, my little friend, if I get shot for this, I'll come back to haunt you every single night, I promise you that!"
— from Dave Dawson in Libya by Robert Sidney Bowen

“No, that it shall not, I promise you,” said Jem; and so he ran away home, fed Lightfoot, stroked him, went to bed, jumped up at five o’clock in the morning, and went singing to work as gay as a lark.
— from The Parent's Assistant; Or, Stories for Children by Maria Edgeworth

Waal! guess tho' I was peart and swift, Spooning was never much my gift; But Cissy was a gal so sweet, So fresh, so spicy, and so neat, It put your wits all out
— from Saint Abe and His Seven Wives A Tale of Salt Lake City, with a Bibliographical Note by Robert Williams Buchanan