Merry Wives of Windsor 5.5: 90
Sir John, we have had ill luck; we could never meet. I will never take you for my love again, but I will always count you my deer.
Taming of the Shrew 1.2: 87
... go while the humor lasts. A’ my word, and she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him. She may perhaps call him half a score knaves or so. Why, that’s nothing; and he begin once, he’ll rail in his rope-tricks. I’ll tell you what, sir, and she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat. You know him not, sir.
Henry IV Part 2 5.4: 6
I’ll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly swing’d for this — you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famish’d correctioner, if you be not swing’d, I’ll forswear half-kirtles.
Othello 2.3: 232
You, or any man living, may be drunk at a time, man. I’ll tell you what you shall do. Our general’s wife is now the general — I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces. Confess yourself freely to her; importune her help to put you in ...
Troilus and Cressida 2.1: 44
This lord, Achilles, Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly and his guts in his head, I’ll tell you what I say of him.