Speeches (Lines) for Hortensio
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Mates, maid! How mean you that? No mates for you,
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From all such devils, good Lord deliver us! |
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Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
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So Will I, Signior Gremio; but a word, I pray. Though
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Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. |
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I say a husband. |
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Tush, Gremio! Though it pass your patience and mine to
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Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten
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How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio and my
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Alla nostra casa ben venuto,
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Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge;
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Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee
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Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in,
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Her father is Baptista Minola,
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Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,
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Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,
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Peace, Grumio! It is the rival of my love. Petruchio,
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Grumio, mum! [Coming forward]
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'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman
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Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love.
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I promis'd we would be contributors
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Sir, a word ere you go.
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That she's the chosen of Signior Hortensio. |
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24 |
Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,
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25 |
Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive;
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The motion's good indeed, and be it so.
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For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. |
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28 |
I think she'll sooner prove a soldier:
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Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.
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30 |
But, wrangling pedant, this is
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Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. |
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32 |
You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune? |
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Madam, my instrument's in tune. |
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Madam, 'tis now in tune. |
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The bass is right; 'tis the base knave that jars.
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36 |
[To LUCENTIO] You may go walk and give me leave
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37 |
Madam, before you touch the instrument
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Yet read the gamut of Hortensio. |
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But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
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40 |
Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
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Quick proceeders, marry! Now tell me, I pray,
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Mistake no more; I am not Licio.
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43 |
See, how they kiss and court! Signior Lucentio,
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44 |
Would all the world but he had quite forsworn!
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45 |
Mistress, what cheer? |
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46 |
Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame.
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[Aside] That will not be in haste. |
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48 |
[Aside] I see she's like to have neither cap nor gown. |
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God-a-mercy, Grumio! Then he shall have no odds. |
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Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow;
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51 |
Why, so this gallant will command the sun. |
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Say as he says, or we shall never go. |
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Petruchio, go thy ways, the field is won. |
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'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. |
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I do assure thee, father, so it is. |
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Well, Petruchio, this has put me in heart.
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For both our sakes I would that word were true. |
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58 |
My widow says thus she conceives her tale. |
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To her, widow! |
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That's my office. |
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61 |
Confess, confess; hath he not hit you here? |
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Content. What's the wager? |
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Content. |
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Who shall begin? |
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Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife
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I am afraid, sir,
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I know her answer. |
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She will not. |
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And so it is. I wonder what it bodes. |
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Now go thy ways; thou hast tam'd a curst shrow. |
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