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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 Prologue / 1
  • He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
    This were a bed but cold...
  • He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
    This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
  • 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.

2 Prologue / 1
  • It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd.
  • It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd.
  • 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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