Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner

Katherine
Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
I see a woman may be made a fool
If she had not a spirit to resist.
Petruchio
They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.—
Obey the bride, you that attend on her.
Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves.
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;

I will be master of what is mine own.
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything.

I will be master of what is mine own.
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything.
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare.
I’ll bring mine action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.—Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon. We are beset with thieves.
Rescue thy mistress if thou be a man!—
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate.
I’ll buckler thee against a million.
Petruchio and Katherine exit, with Grumio.
Baptista
Nay, let them go. A couple of quiet ones!
Gremio
Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.
Tranio, as Lucentio
Of all mad matches never was the like.
Lucentio, as Cambio
Mistress, what’s your opinion of your sister?
Bianca
That being mad herself, she’s madly mated.
Gremio
I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.