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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 Prologue / 2
  • Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?
  • Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?
  • Christopher Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.

    First Servant. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?

2 Prologue / 2
  • Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
    As breathed stags; ay, fle...
  • Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
    As breathed stags; ay, fleeter than the roe.
  • Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house,
    As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
    O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth!
    Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,
    And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
    Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
    Each in his office ready at thy beck.
    Wilt thou have music? Hark! Apollo plays, [Music]
    And twenty caged nightingales do sing.
    Or wilt thou sleep? We'll have thee to a couch
    Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
    On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
    Say thou wilt walk: we will bestrew the ground.
    Or wilt thou ride? Thy horses shall be trapp'd,
    Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
    Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
    Above the morning lark. Or wilt thou hunt?
    Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them
    And fetch shall echoes from the hollow earth.

    First Servant. Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
    As breathed stags; ay, fleeter than the roe.

3 Prologue / 2
  • And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee
    Like envious floods o'er-run...
  • And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee
    Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,
    She was the fairest creature in the world;
    And yet she is inferior to none.
  • Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord.
    Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
    Than any woman in this waning age.

    First Servant. And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee
    Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,
    She was the fairest creature in the world;
    And yet she is inferior to none.

4 Prologue / 2
  • O, yes, my lord, but very idle words;
    For though you lay here in this goodly...
  • O, yes, my lord, but very idle words;
    For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
    Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door;
    And rail upon the hostess of the house,
    And say you would present her at the leet,
    Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts.
    Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
  • Christopher Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap.
    But did I never speak of all that time?

    First Servant. O, yes, my lord, but very idle words;
    For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
    Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door;
    And rail upon the hostess of the house,
    And say you would present her at the leet,
    Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts.
    Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.

5 I / 1
  • My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.
  • My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.
  • Lucentio. Tranio, let's go.
    One thing more rests, that thyself execute-
    To make one among these wooers. If thou ask me why-
    Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. Exeunt.

    First Servant. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.

6 IV / 1
  • Ay.
  • Ay.
  • Petruchio. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave!
    Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
    Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I?
    What's this? Mutton?

    First Servant. Ay.

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