you
[juː] or [ju]
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Definition
(dat. & obj.) The pronoun of the second person, in the nominative, dative, and objective case, indicating the person or persons addressed. See the Note under Ye.
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Definition
pron. 2d pers. pron. pl. but also used as singular.—pron.pl. You′-uns a provincial form for you you ones.—You're another the vulgar form of tu quoque effective in vituperation but not an argument.
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Examples
- Perhaps you had better go after my friends at once, because the weather is warm, and I can not 'keep' long. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- You have behaved very ill to me, said his lordship. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- You ought not to have come today, she said in an altered voice; and suddenly she turned, flung her arms about him and pressed her lips to his. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- You will wring no more hearts as you wrung mine. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Father's a sweeter singer than ever; you'd never have forgotten it, if you'd aheard him just now. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- But please to tell me at once what you have done. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Still, he said, I do not comprehend you. Plato. The Republic.
- Your circle is rather different from ours. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Bring out your vouchers, and don't talk Jerusalem palaver. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Now, Mr. Hilton Cubitt, please continue your most interesting statement. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Have you found your first day's work harder than you expected? Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Where's your friend? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Which means, I suppose, that you are not quite clear about your case? Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- But men of your character are mostly so independent. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- I have something beyond this, but I will call it a defect, not an endowment, if it leads me to misery, while ye are happy. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- I will discipline my sorrowing heart to sympathy in your joys; I will be happy, because ye are so. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Ye couldn't treat a poor sinner, now, to a bit of sermon, could ye,--eh? Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- I see what ye mean now. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Ye can do not mich, poor young lass! Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- The Lord bless ye! Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Lord bless ye, Tom, ye needn't break all the glasses! Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
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