mmorrow:

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)