_Ped._ Lay hands on the villain: I believe a' means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. _Re-enter_ BIONDELLO. _Bion._ I have seen them in the church together: God send 'em good shipping! But who is here? mine old 35 master Vincentio! now we are undone, and brought to nothing. _Vin._ [_Seeing Biondello_] Come hither, crack-hemp. _Bion._ I hope I may choose, sir. _Vin._ Come hither, you rogue. What, have you forgot 40 me? _Bion._ Forgot you! no, sir: I could not forget you, for l never saw you before in all my life. _Vin._ What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio? 45 _Bion._ What, my old worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir: see where he looks out of the window. _Vin._ Is't so, indeed? [_Beats Biondello._ _Bion._ Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. 50 [_Exit._ _Ped._ Help, son! help, Signior Baptista! [_Exit from above._ _Pet._ Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [_They retire._ _Re-enter_ Pedant _below_; TRANIO, BAPTISTA, _and_ Servants. _Tra._ Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? _Vin._ What am I, sir! nay, what are you, sir? O immortal 55 gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! O, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university. _Tra._ How now! what's the matter? 60 _Bap._ What, is the man lunatic? _Tra._ Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir, what 'cerns it you if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it. 65 _Vin._ Thy father! O villain! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo. _Bap._ You mistake, sir, you mistake, sir. Pray, what do you think is his name? _Vin._ His name! as if I knew not his name: I have 70 brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is Tranio. _Ped._ Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, Signior Vincentio. 75 _Vin._ Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master! Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the Duke's name. O, my son, my son! Tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio? _Tra._ Call forth an officer. 80 _Enter one with an_ Officer. Carry this mad knave to the gaol. Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming.