My bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; I will...

Petruchio:

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; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare. I'll bring mine action on the proudest he, that stops my way in Padua