I here on my knees forswear Philautus for my husband, although I accept him for my friend, and seeing I shall hardly be induced ever to match with any, I beseech you if by your fatherly love I shall be compelled, that I may match with such a one as both I may love and you may like.
John Lyly. Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit (1578)
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The ploughman had clearly the dread of perjury for ever before his eyes, and wouldn't go back for any consideration upon his first sworn statement. "No, no, mister," he said over and over again in reply to my counsel's bland suggestion, "you ain't going to make me forswear myself for all your cleverness."
Grant Allen. The Beckoning Hand and Other Stories (1884)