Vinc. Carrie me to the Iaile?
Gre. Staie officer, he shall not go to prison
Bap. Talke not signior Gremio: I saie he shall goe to
prison
Gre. Take heede signior Baptista, least you be conicatcht in this businesse: I dare sweare this is the right Vincentio
Ped. Sweare if thou dar'st
Gre. Naie, I dare not sweare it
Tran. Then thou wert best saie that I am not Lucentio
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio
Bap. Awaie with the dotard, to the Iaile with him.
Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianeu.
Vin. Thus strangers may be haild and abusd: oh monstrous
villaine
Bion. Oh we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, denie him,
forsweare him, or else we are all vndone.