Pet.
Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,
My father's bears more towards the market-place,
Thither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin.
You shall not chuse but drink before you go;
I think I shall command your welcome here;
And by all likelihood some cheer is toward. [Knock.

Gre.

They're busie within, you were best knock louder.

Ped.

What's he that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

Vin.

Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir?

Ped.

He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin.

What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?

Ped.

Keep your hundred pounds to your self, he shall need none as long as I live.

Pet.

Nay, I told you your son was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, Sir, to leave frivolous circumstances I pray you tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped.

Thou liest, his father is come to Padua, and here looking out of the window.

Vin.

Art thou his father?

Ped.

Ay, Sir, so his mother says, if I may believe her.

Pet.

Why how now, gentleman! why this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name.

Ped.

Lay hands on the villain. I believe he means to cozen some body in this city under my countenance.