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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 any thing;

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.

Exeunt Petruchio, Katherina, [and Grumio].

Bap.

Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre.

Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.

Tra.

Of all mad matches never was the like.

Luc.

Mistress, what’s your opinion of your sister?

Bian.

That being mad herself, she’s madly mated.

Gre.

I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap.

Neighbors and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants