Ped. Thou liest his Father is come from Padua, and here looking out at the window Vin. Art thou his father? Ped. I sir, so his mother saies, if I may beleeue her Petr. Why how now gentleman: why this is flat knauerie to take vpon you another mans name Peda. Lay hands on the villaine, I beleeue a meanes to cosen some bodie in this Citie vnder my countenance. Enter Biondello. Bio. I haue seene them in the Church together, God send 'em good shipping: but who is here? mine old Master Vincentio: now wee are vndone and brought to nothing Vin. Come hither crackhempe Bion. I hope I may choose Sir Vin. Come hither you rogue, what haue you forgot mee? Biond. Forgot you, no sir: I could not forget you, for I neuer saw you before in all my life Vinc. What, you notorious villaine, didst thou neuer see thy Mistris father, Vincentio? Bion. What my old worshipfull old master? yes marie sir see where he lookes out of the window Vin. Ist so indeede. He beates Biondello. Bion. Helpe, helpe, helpe, here's a mad man will murder me Pedan. Helpe, sonne, helpe signior Baptista Petr. Preethe Kate let's stand aside and see the end of this controuersie. Enter Pedant with seruants, Baptista, Tranio. Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beate my seruant? Vinc. What am I sir: nay what are you sir: oh immortall Goddes: oh fine villaine, a silken doublet, a veluet hose, a scarlet cloake, and a copataine hat: oh I am vndone, I am vndone: while I plaie the good husband at home, my sonne and my seruant spend all at the vniuersitie Tra. How now, what's the matter? Bapt. What is the man lunaticke? Tra. Sir, you seeme a sober ancient Gentleman by your habit: but your words shew you a mad man: why sir, what cernes it you, if I weare Pearle and gold: I thank my good Father, I am able to maintaine it Vin. Thy father: oh villaine, he is a Saile-maker in Bergamo Bap. You mistake sir, you mistake sir, praie what do you thinke is his name? Vin. His name, as if I knew not his name: I haue brought him vp euer since he was three yeeres old, and his name is Tronio Ped. Awaie, awaie mad asse, his name is Lucentio, and he is mine onelie sonne and heire to the Lands of me signior Vincentio Ven. Lucentio: oh he hath murdred his Master; laie hold on him I charge you in the Dukes name: oh my sonne, my sonne: tell me thou villaine, where is my son Lucentio? Tra. Call forth an officer: Carrie this mad knaue to the Iaile: father Baptista, I charge you see that hee be forth comming Vinc. Carrie me to the Iaile? Gre. Staie officer, he shall not go to prison Bap. Talke not signior Gremio: I saie he shall goe to prison Gre. Take heede signior Baptista, least you be conicatcht in this businesse: I dare sweare this is the right Vincentio Ped. Sweare if thou dar'st Gre. Naie, I dare not sweare it Tran. Then thou wert best saie that I am not Lucentio