I pray you do.

Dear friend and teacher... my goodness gracious... do not go away.

Then I appeal to you.

Please pay attention to the delivery. I request, please.

If you're lying, I implore you to tell me.

I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy Lord.

Even for that our love of old, I prithee, hold thou my swordhilts, whilst I run on it.