Speeches (Lines) for Biondello
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Lucentio. Tranio, be so because Lucentio loves;
Biondello. Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you?
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Lucentio. Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to jest,
Biondello. I, sir? Ne'er a whit. |
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Lucentio. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth:
Biondello. The better for him; would I were so too! |
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Tranio. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold,
Biondello. He that has the two fair daughters; is't he you mean? |
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Baptista Minola. Is it new and old too? How may that be? Biondello. Why, is it not news to hear of Petruchio's coming? |
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Baptista Minola. Is he come? Biondello. Why, no, sir. |
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Baptista Minola. What then? Biondello. He is coming. |
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Baptista Minola. When will he be here? Biondello. When he stands where I am and sees you there. |
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Tranio. But, say, what to thine old news? Biondello. Why, Petruchio is coming- in a new hat and an old
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Baptista Minola. Who comes with him? Biondello. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparison'd like
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Baptista Minola. I am glad he's come, howsoe'er he comes. Biondello. Why, sir, he comes not. |
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Baptista Minola. Didst thou not say he comes? Biondello. Who? that Petruchio came? |
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Baptista Minola. Ay, that Petruchio came. Biondello. No, sir; I say his horse comes with him on his back. |
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Baptista Minola. Why, that's all one. Biondello. Nay, by Saint Jamy,
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(stage directions). Enter BIONDELLO Biondello. O master, master I have watch'd so long
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Tranio. What is he, Biondello? Biondello. Master, a mercatante or a pedant,
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Tranio. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say,
Biondello. [Aside] As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all
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Tranio. Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello,
Biondello. Tut, fear not me. |
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Tranio. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Biondello. I told him that your father was at Venice,
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Baptista Minola. It likes me well. Cambio, hie you home,
Biondello. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart. |
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(stage directions). Re-enter LUCENTIO as CAMBIO, and BIONDELLO Biondello. Cambio. |
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Lucentio. What say'st thou, Biondello? Biondello. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? |
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Lucentio. Biondello, what of that? Biondello. Faith, nothing; but has left me here behind to expound
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Lucentio. I pray thee moralize them. Biondello. Then thus: Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving
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Lucentio. And what of him? Biondello. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. |
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Lucentio. And then? Biondello. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your command
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Lucentio. And what of all this? Biondello. I cannot tell, except they are busied about a
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Lucentio. Hear'st thou, Biondello? Biondello. I cannot tarry. I knew a wench married in an afternoon
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(stage directions). Enter BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA; GREMIO is out before Biondello. Softly and swiftly, sir, for the priest is ready. |
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Lucentio. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need the at
Biondello. Nay, faith, I'll see the church a your back, and then
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(stage directions). Re-enter BIONDELLO Biondello. I have seen them in the church together. God send 'em
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Vincentio. [Seeing BIONDELLO] Come hither, crack-hemp. Biondello. I hope I may choose, sir. |
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Vincentio. Come hither, you rogue. What, have you forgot me? Biondello. Forgot you! No, sir. I could not forget you, for I never
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Vincentio. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy
Biondello. What, my old worshipful old master? Yes, marry, sir; see
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Vincentio. Is't so, indeed? [He beats BIONDELLO] Biondello. Help, help, help! Here's a madman will murder me. |
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(stage directions). Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and BIANCA Biondello. O, we are spoil'd; and yonder he is! Deny him, forswear
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Lucentio. That will I.
Biondello. I go. Exit |
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Lucentio. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
Biondello. Sir, my mistress sends you word
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Hortensio. I am afraid, sir,
Biondello. She says you have some goodly jest in hand:
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