O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.

More from Much Ado About Nothing

• Beatrice: I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.
• No, not till a hot January.
• Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.
• The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well; but civil count, civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.
• You always end with a jade's trick. I know you of old.
• I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.