Come on, i’ God’s name, once more toward our father’s

Petruchio
Come on, i’ God’s name, once more toward our father’s.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
Katherine
The moon? The sun! It is not moonlight now.
Petruchio
I say it is the moon that shines so bright.
Katherine
I know it is the sun that shines so bright.
Petruchio
Now, by my mother’s son, and that’s myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or e’er I journey to your father’s house.
To Servants.
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.—
Evermore crossed and crossed, nothing but crossed!
Hortensio, to Katherine
Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Katherine
Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please.
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Petruchio
I say it is the moon.
Katherine
I know it is the moon.
Petruchio
Nay, then you lie. It is the blessèd sun.
Katherine
Then God be blest, it is the blessèd sun.
But sun it is not, when you say it is not,
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it named, even that it is,
And so it shall be so for Katherine.