Claudio: That I love her, I feel.
Don Pedro: That she is worthy, I know.
Benedick: That I neither feel how she should be loved nor know how she should be worthy, is the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me: I will die in it at the stake.
Don Pedro: Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty.
Benedick: That a woman conceived me, I thank her. That she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks. But that I will hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me—I will live a bachelor.
Don Pedro: I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.
Benedick: With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord; not with love.
Much Ado About Nothing (1993)
Claudio: In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on.
Benedick: I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such matter. There’s her cousin, an’ she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December. But I hope you have no intent to turn husband, have you?
Claudio: I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife.
Benedick: Is’t come to this? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again?
Much Ado About Nothing (1993)
