VINCENTIO.
What, you notorious villain! didst thou never see thy master’s father, Vincentio?
BIONDELLO.
What, my old worshipful old master? Yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window.
VINCENTIO.
Is’t so, indeed?
[He beats Biondello.]
BIONDELLO.
Help, help, help! here’s a madman will murder me.
[Exit.]
PEDANT.
Help, son! help, Signior Baptista!
[Exit from the window.]
PETRUCHIO.
Prithee, Kate, let’s stand aside and see the end of this controversy.
[They retire.]