Speeches (Lines) for Hostess
in "Taming of the Shrew"

Total: 3

# Act, Scene, Line
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Christopher Sly. I'll pheeze you, in faith.

Hostess. A pair of stocks, you rogue!



Christopher Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slys are no rogues. Look in the
chronicles: we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas
pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa!

Hostess. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?



Christopher Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, Saint Jeronimy, go to thy cold bed
and warm thee.

Hostess. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-borough.

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