Speeches (Lines) for Second Huntsman
in "Taming of the Shrew"

Total: 2

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

Prologue,1,33

He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.

2

Prologue,1,44

It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd.

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