Speeches (Lines) for Biondello
in "Taming of the Shrew"
Total: 39

1

I,1,517

Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you?
Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes?
Or you stol'n his? or both? Pray, what's the news?

2

I,1,530

I, sir? Ne'er a whit.

3

I,1,533

The better for him; would I were so too!

4

I,2,773

He that has the two fair daughters; is't he you mean?

5

III,2,1397

Why, is it not news to hear of Petruchio's coming?

6

III,2,1399

Why, no, sir.

7

III,2,1401

He is coming.

8

III,2,1403

When he stands where I am and sees you there.

9

III,2,1405

Why, Petruchio is coming- in a new hat and an old
jerkin; a pair of old breeches thrice turn'd; a pair of boots
that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another lac'd; an old
rusty sword ta'en out of the town armoury, with a broken hilt,
and chapeless; with two broken points; his horse hipp'd, with an
old motley saddle and stirrups of no kindred; besides, possess'd
with the glanders and like to mose in the chine, troubled with
the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped
with spavins, rayed with the yellows, past cure of the fives,
stark spoil'd with the staggers, begnawn with the bots, sway'd in
the back and shoulder-shotten, near-legg'd before, and with a
half-cheek'd bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather which,
being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often
burst, and now repaired with knots; one girth six times piec'd,
and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her
name fairly set down in studs, and here and there piec'd with
pack-thread.

10

III,2,1423

O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparison'd like
the horse- with a linen stock on one leg and a kersey boot-hose
on the other, gart'red with a red and blue list; an old hat, and
the humour of forty fancies prick'd in't for a feather; a
monster, a very monster in apparel, and not like a Christian
footboy or a gentleman's lackey.

11

III,2,1432

Why, sir, he comes not.

12

III,2,1434

Who? that Petruchio came?

13

III,2,1436

No, sir; I say his horse comes with him on his back.

14

III,2,1438

Nay, by Saint Jamy,
I hold you a penny,
A horse and a man
Is more than one,
And yet not many.

15

IV,2,1888

O master, master I have watch'd so long
That I am dog-weary; but at last I spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill
Will serve the turn.

16

IV,2,1893

Master, a mercatante or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance surely like a father.

17

IV,2,1935

[Aside] As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all
one.

18

IV,4,2171

Tut, fear not me.

19

IV,4,2173

I told him that your father was at Venice,
And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

20

IV,4,2226

I pray the gods she may, with all my heart.

21

IV,4,2234

Cambio.

22

IV,4,2236

You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?

23

IV,4,2238

Faith, nothing; but has left me here behind to expound
the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.

24

IV,4,2241

Then thus: Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving
father of a deceitful son.

25

IV,4,2244

His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.

26

IV,4,2246

The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your command
at all hours.

27

IV,4,2249

I cannot tell, except they are busied about a
counterfeit assurance. Take your assurance of her, cum privilegio
ad imprimendum solum; to th' church take the priest, clerk, and
some sufficient honest witnesses.
If this be not that you look for, I have more to say,
But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.

28

IV,4,2256

I cannot tarry. I knew a wench married in an afternoon
as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so
may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to
go to Saint Luke's to bid the priest be ready to come against you
come with your appendix.

29

V,1,2350

Softly and swiftly, sir, for the priest is ready.

30

V,1,2353

Nay, faith, I'll see the church a your back, and then
come back to my master's as soon as I can.

31

V,1,2386

I have seen them in the church together. God send 'em
good shipping! But who is here? Mine old master, Vincentio! Now we
are undone and brought to nothing.

32

V,1,2390

I hope I may choose, sir.

33

V,1,2392

Forgot you! No, sir. I could not forget you, for I never
saw you before in all my life.

34

V,1,2396

What, my old worshipful old master? Yes, marry, sir; see
where he looks out of the window.

35

V,1,2399

Help, help, help! Here's a madman will murder me.

36

V,1,2444

O, we are spoil'd; and yonder he is! Deny him, forswear
him, or else we are all undone.

37

V,2,2573

I go. Exit

38

V,2,2578

Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come.

39

V,2,2593

She says you have some goodly jest in hand:
She will not come; she bids you come to her.