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

Total: 2

# Act, Scene, Line
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Lord. What's here? One dead, or drunk?
See, doth he breathe?

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



First Huntsman. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.

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

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