Speeches (Lines) for Third Servant
in "Taming of the Shrew"
Total: 4

1

Prologue,2,151

Second Servant. Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?

Third Servant. What raiment will your honour wear to-day?

2

Prologue,2,170

Christopher Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old
Sly's son of Burton Heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a
cardmaker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present
profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of
Wincot, if she know me not; if she say I am not fourteen pence on
the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lying'st knave in
Christendom. What! I am not bestraught. [Taking a pot of ale]
Here's-

Third Servant. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!

3

Prologue,2,202

Lord. We'll show thee Io as she was a maid
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
As lively painted as the deed was done.

Third Servant. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

4

Prologue,2,236

Christopher Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.

Third Servant. Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid,
Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell;
And twenty more such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.