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

Christopher Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.

Page. How fares my noble lord?

Christopher Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough.
Where is my wife?

Page. Here, noble lord; what is thy will with her?

Christopher Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband?
My men should call me 'lord'; I am your goodman.

Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
I am your wife in all obedience.

Christopher Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd
And slept above some fifteen year or more.

Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.

Christopher Sly. 'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.
[Exeunt SERVANTS]
Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.

Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you
To pardon me yet for a night or two;
Or, if not so, until the sun be set.
For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed.
I hope this reason stands for my excuse.

Christopher Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a comonty a
Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick?

Page. No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.

Christopher Sly. What, household stuff?

Page. It is a kind of history.

Christopher Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne do I. A good matter, surely; comes there
any more of it?

Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.