Speeches (Lines) for Tranio
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Mi perdonato, gentle master mine;
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Master, some show to welcome us to town. |
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Husht, master! Here's some good pastime toward;
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Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. |
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I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible
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Master, it is no time to chide you now;
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Master, you look'd so longly on the maid.
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Saw you no more? Mark'd you not how her sister
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Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
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Ay, marry, am I, sir, and now 'tis plotted. |
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Master, for my hand,
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You will be schoolmaster,
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Not possible; for who shall bear your part
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So had you need. [They exchange habits]
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So could I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,
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Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold,
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Even he, Biondello. |
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Perhaps him and her, sir; what have you to do? |
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I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let's away. |
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And if I be, sir, is it any offence? |
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Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free
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For what reason, I beseech you? |
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Softly, my masters! If you be gentlemen,
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No, sir, but hear I do that he hath two:
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If it be so, sir, that you are the man
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Sir, I shall not be slack; in sign whereof,
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Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own
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Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio. |
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Is this your speeding? Nay, then good-night our part! |
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'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you;
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And I am one that love Bianca more
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Greybeard, thy love doth freeze. |
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But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. |
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That 'only' came well in. Sir, list to me:
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Gremio, 'tis known my father hath no less
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Why, then the maid is mine from all the world
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That's but a cavil; he is old, I young. |
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A vengeance on your crafty withered hide!
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Patience, good Katherine, and Baptista too.
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But, say, what to thine old news? |
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'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion;
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Not so well apparell'd
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And tell us what occasion of import
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See not your bride in these unreverent robes;
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He hath some meaning in his mad attire.
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But to her love concerneth us to add
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That by degrees we mean to look into
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And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? |
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Curster than she? Why, 'tis impossible. |
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Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. |
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What said the wench, when he rose again? |
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Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. |
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Of all mad matches, never was the like. |
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Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? |
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Is 't possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Bianca
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O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!
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Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
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And here I take the like unfeigned oath,
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Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
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Mistress, we have. |
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I' faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
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Ay, and he'll tame her. |
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Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school. |
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Ay, mistress; and Petruchio is the master,
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What is he, Biondello? |
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If he be credulous and trust my tale,
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And you, sir; you are welcome.
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What countryman, I pray? |
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Of Mantua, sir? Marry, God forbid,
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'Tis death for any one in Mantua
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Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
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Among them know you one Vincentio? |
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He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say,
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To save your life in this extremity,
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Then go with me to make the matter good.
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Sir, this is the house; please it you that I call? |
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'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case,
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Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello,
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But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? |
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Th'art a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink.
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I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best
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Then at my lodging, an it like you.
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Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.
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Sir, what are you that offer to beat my servant? |
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How now! what's the matter? |
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Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but
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Call forth an officer.
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Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio. |
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O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound,
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'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself;
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