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 any thing;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;