Benedick.
[Tersely.] You weren’t married to her.
Don Pedro.
But what is it you complain of?
Benedick.
Beatrice bores me. It is all very well to listen to sparkling sallies for ten minutes or so, but Beatrice sparkles for hours together. She is utterly incapable of answering the simplest question without a blaze of epigram. When I ask her what time it is, she becomes so insufferably facetious that all the clocks stop in disgust. And once when I was thoughtless enough to enquire what there was for dinner, she made so many jokes on the subject that I had to go down without her. And even then the soup was cold!
Don Pedro.
[Quoting.] “Here you may see Benedick, the married man!”
Benedick.