[Knocks.]
GREMIO.
They’re busy within; you were best knock louder.
Enter Pedant above, at a window.
PEDANT.
What’s he that knocks as he would beat down the gate?
VINCENTIO.
Is Signior Lucentio within, sir?
PEDANT.
He’s within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.
VINCENTIO.
What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two to make merry withal?
PEDANT.
Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: he shall need none so long as I live.
PETRUCHIO.
Nay, I told you your son was well beloved 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.
PEDANT.
Thou liest: his father is come from Padua, and here looking out at the window.