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

Total: 2

#	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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