Luc. Tranio let's go:
One thing more rests, that thy selfe execute,
To make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why,
Sufficeth my reasons are both good and waighty.
Exeunt. The Presenters aboue speakes.
1.Man. My Lord you nod, you do not minde the play
Beg. Yes by Saint Anne do I, a good matter surely:
Comes there any more of it?
Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun
Beg. 'Tis a verie excellent peece of worke, Madame
Ladie: would 'twere done.
They sit and marke.
Enter Petruchio, and his man Grumio.
Petr. Verona, for a while I take my leaue,
To see my friends in Padua; but of all
My best beloued and approued friend
Hortensio: & I trow this is his house:
Heere sirra Grumio, knocke I say
Gru. Knocke sir? whom should I knocke? Is there
any man ha's rebus'd your worship?
Petr. Villaine I say, knocke me heere soundly
Gru. Knocke you heere sir? Why sir, what am I sir,
that I should knocke you heere sir