Tra.

Sir, what are you that offer to beat my servant?

Vin.

What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir? oh immortal Gods! oh fine villain, a silken doublet, a velvet hose, a scarlet cloak and a † ^notecopatain hat: oh I am undone, I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servants spend all at the university.

Tra.

How now, what's the matter?

Bap.

What, is this man lunatick?

Tra.

Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words shew you a mad-man; why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin.

Thy father! oh 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 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.

Vin.

Lucentio! oh he hath murthered his master; lay hold on him I charge you in the Duke's name; oh my son, my son, tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?

Tra.

Call forth an officer; carry this mad knave to the jail; father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forth-coming.

Vin.

Carry me to jail?

Gre.

Stay, officer, he shall not go to prison.

Bap.

Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say he shall go to prison.

Gre.

Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be cony-catch'd in this business; I dare swear this is the right Vincentio.

Ped.

Swear, if thou dar'st.

Gre.

Nay, I dare not swear it.

Tra.

Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.

Gre.

Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.

Bap.

Away with the dotard, to the jail with him.