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

Total: 29

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1

I,1,376

Sister, content you in my discontent.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe;
My books and instruments shall be my company,
On them to look, and practise by myself.

2

II,1,837

Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,
To make a bondmaid and a slave of me-
That I disdain; but for these other gawds,
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself,
Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat;
Or what you will command me will I do,
So well I know my duty to my elders.

3

II,1,846

Believe me, sister, of all the men alive
I never yet beheld that special face
Which I could fancy more than any other.

4

II,1,850

If you affect him, sister, here I swear
I'll plead for you myself but you shall have him.

5

II,1,854

Is it for him you do envy me so?
Nay, then you jest; and now I well perceive
You have but jested with me all this while.
I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

6

III,1,1283

Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong
To strive for that which resteth in my choice.
I am no breeching scholar in the schools,
I'll not be tied to hours nor 'pointed times,
But learn my lessons as I please myself.
And to cut off all strife: here sit we down;
Take you your instrument, play you the whiles!
His lecture will be done ere you have tun'd.

7

III,1,1293

Where left we last?

8

III,1,1297

Construe them.

9

III,1,1304

Let's hear. O fie! the treble jars.

10

III,1,1306

Now let me see if I can construe it: 'Hic ibat Simois' I
know you not- 'hic est Sigeia tellus' I trust you not- 'Hic
steterat Priami' take heed he hear us not- 'regia' presume not-
'celsa senis' despair not.

11

III,1,1316

In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.

12

III,1,1319

I must believe my master; else, I promise you,
I should be arguing still upon that doubt;
But let it rest. Now, Licio, to you.
Good master, take it not unkindly, pray,
That I have been thus pleasant with you both.

13

III,1,1337

Why, I am past my gamut long ago.

14

III,1,1339

[Reads]
'"Gamut" I am, the ground of all accord-
"A re" to plead Hortensio's passion-
"B mi" Bianca, take him for thy lord-
"C fa ut" that loves with all affection-
"D sol re" one clef, two notes have I-
"E la mi" show pity or I die.'
Call you this gamut? Tut, I like it not!
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice
To change true rules for odd inventions.

15

III,1,1353

Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be gone.

16

III,2,1611

That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.

17

IV,2,1832

What, master, read you, First resolve me that.

18

IV,2,1834

And may you prove, sir, master of your art!

19

IV,2,1874

Tranio, you jest; but have you both forsworn me?

20

IV,2,1879

God give him joy!

21

IV,2,1881

He says so, Tranio.

22

IV,2,1883

The taming-school! What, is there such a place?

23

V,1,2449

Pardon, dear father.

24

V,1,2460

Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

25

V,2,2531

Head and butt! An hasty-witted body
Would say your head and butt were head and horn.

26

V,2,2534

Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again.

27

V,2,2537

Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,
And then pursue me as you draw your bow.
You are welcome all.

28

V,2,2633

Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?

29

V,2,2637

The more fool you for laying on my duty.

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