Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,

And then I know after who comes by the worst.

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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