mmorrow:

Claudio: Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato?

Benedick: I noted her not, but I looked on her.

Claudio: Is she not a modest young lady?

Benedick: Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for my simple true judgment, or would you have me speak after my custom, as being a professed tyrant to their sex?

Claudio: No; I pray thee speak in sober judgment.

Benedick: Why, i’ faith, methinks she’s too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise; only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome, and being no other but as she is, I do not like her.

Much Ado About Nothing (1993)