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[ Enter one with an OFFICER .]
Carry this mad knave to the gaol . Father Baptista , I charge you see that he be forthcoming .
VINCENTIO . Carry me to the gaol ! GREMIO . Stay , officer ; he shall not go to prison . BAPTISTA . Talk not , Signior Gremio ; I say he shall go to prison .
GREMIO . Take heed , Signior Baptista , lest you be cony-catched in this business ; I dare swear this is the right Vincentio .
PEDANT . Swear if thou darest . GREMIO . Nay , I dare not swear it . TRANIO . Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio . GREMIO . Yes , I know thee to be Signior Lucentio . BAPTISTA . Away with the dotard ! to the gaol with him !
VINCENTIO . Thus strangers may be haled and abus ' d : O monstrous villain !
[ Re-enter BIONDELLO , with LUCENTIO and BIANCA .]
BIONDELLO . O ! we are spoiled ; and yonder he is : deny him , forswear him , or else we are all undone .
LUCENTIO . [ Kneeling .] Pardon , sweet father . VINCENTIO . Lives my sweetest son ?