Tranio.
Sir, this is the house; please it you, that I call?

Ped.
Ay, what else! and (but I be deceived,)
Signior Baptista may remember me

Near twenty years ago in Genoa,
Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus.

Tra.
'Tis well, and hold your own in any case
With such austerity as longeth to a father. Enter Biondello.

Ped.
I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your boy;
'Twere good, he were school'd.

Tra.
Fear you not him; sirrah, Biondello,
Now do your duty throughly, I advise you:
Imagine, 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion.
Tut, fear not me.

Tra.
But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?

Bion.
I told him, that your father was in Venice;
And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

Tra.
Th' art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink;
Here comes Baptista; set your countenance, Sir.

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