| Prithee, Jack, take no airs, for they beseem thee but very ill. |
| The man hesitated, and Raleigh cried, 'I prithee, let me see it. |
| Then prithee, good knight, stand on thy head by yonder tree. |
| Slay not that my musk-deer fawnling, Hunter! Prithee, have thou shame Of her night-black eye nor bind her With thy lasso long and strait. |
| Prithee, avert thine brain, for this Canadian-Irish production does dance a merry hornpipe upon the very phizog of historical accuracy. |
| I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king's son. |
