1 I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.
2 And of all Christian souls, I pray God.
3 I pray you pass with your best violence.
4 I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
5 Now might I do it pat, now he is praying.
6 I pray thee stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
7 Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
8 There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray love, remember.
9 Let us go in together, And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
10 Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
11 Let's do't, I pray, and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently.
12 Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed.
13 I pray you all, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
14 We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us As of a father; for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne, And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you.