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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 Prologue / 2
  • How fares my noble lord?
  • How fares my noble lord?
  • Christopher Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.

    Page. How fares my noble lord?

2 Prologue / 2
  • Here, noble lord; what is thy will with her?
  • Here, noble lord; what is thy will with her?
  • 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?

3 Prologue / 2
  • My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
    I am your wife in all obedience...
  • My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
    I am your wife in all obedience.
  • 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.

4 Prologue / 2
  • Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
    Being all this time abandon'd from yo...
  • Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
    Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
  • 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.

5 Prologue / 2
  • Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you
    To pardon me yet for a night or two...
  • 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. '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.

6 Prologue / 2
  • No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.
  • No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.
  • 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.

7 Prologue / 2
  • It is a kind of history.
  • It is a kind of history.
  • Christopher Sly. What, household stuff?

    Page. It is a kind of history.

8 I / 1
  • My lord, 'tis but begun.
  • My lord, 'tis but begun.
  • Christopher Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne do I. A good matter, surely; comes there
    any more of it?

    Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.

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