Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,
And then I know after who comes by the worst.
Pet. Will it not be?
Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll [ring] it;
I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. [He [wrings] him by the ears.
Gru. Help, [masters], help! my master is mad.
Pet. Now, knock when I bid you, [sirrah villain]!
Enter Hortensio.
Hor. 20