Cardenio 1.1: 165
I need no spur, my lord; honour pricks me. I do beseech your grace look cheerfully. You shall not want content if it be locked In any blood of mine. The key’s your own. You shall command the words.
Much Ado About Nothing 2.1: 133
No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days. Your Grace is too costly to wear every day. But I beseech your Grace pardon me, I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.
Henry V 4.8: 25
... You appear’d to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your Highness suffer’d under that shape, I beseech you take it for your own fault and not mine; for had you been as I took you for, I made no offense; therefore I beseech your Highness pardon me.