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1

All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2]

Countess

1466

I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;
But I do wash his name out of my blood,
And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?

2

All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 2]

Bertram

2020

No more o' that;
I prithee, do not strive against my vows:
I was compell'd to her; but I love thee
By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever
Do thee all rights of service.

3

All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2]

Clown

2619

Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it
smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will
henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.
Prithee, allow the wind.

4

All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2]

Clown

2625

Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my
nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get
thee further.

5

All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2]

Clown

2629

Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's
close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he
comes himself.
[Enter LAFEU]
Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's
cat,—but not a musk-cat,—that has fallen into the
unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he
says, is muddied withal: pray you, sir, use the
carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed,
ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his
distress in my similes of comfort and leave him to
your lordship.

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

114

Then belike my children shall have no names:
prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

127

Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
tell her but a worky-day fortune.

8

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Cleopatra

385

So Fulvia told me.
I prithee, turn aside and weep for her,
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Life perfect honour.

9

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Cleopatra

394

And target. Still he mends;
But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.

10

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5]

Cleopatra

1113

I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay
The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'!
'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar:
In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free.

11

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 3]

Cleopatra

1721

Guess at her years, I prithee.

12

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13]

Cleopatra

2257

Prithee, peace.

13

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 13]

Cleopatra

2969

To the monument!
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I spoke was 'Antony,'
And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death.
To the monument!

14

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14]

Antony

3145

Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.

15

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Cleopatra

3583

O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,
That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
Doing the honour of thy lordliness
To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of my disgraces by
Addition of his envy! Say, good Caesar,
That I some lady trifles have reserved,
Immoment toys, things of such dignity
As we greet modern friends withal; and say,
Some nobler token I have kept apart
For Livia and Octavia, to induce
Their mediation; must I be unfolded
With one that I have bred? The gods! it smites me
Beneath the fall I have.
[To SELEUCUS]
Prithee, go hence;
Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits
Through the ashes of my chance: wert thou a man,
Thou wouldst have mercy on me.

16

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Celia

167

Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal; but love no man
in good earnest, nor no further in sport neither than with safety
of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again.

17

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Celia

212

Prithee, who is't that thou mean'st?

18

As You Like It
[I, 3]

Celia

499

Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee be cheerful. Know'st thou not the Duke
Hath banish'd me, his daughter?

19

As You Like It
[II, 4]

Rosalind

788

I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd,
And faints for succour.

20

As You Like It
[II, 5]

Jaques (lord)

828

More, more, I prithee, more.