Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
Beatrice: Is it possible that disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain if you come in her presence.
Benedick: Then is courtsey a turncoat. But it is certain that I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart for, truly, I love none.
Beatrice: A dear happiness to women! They would else have been bothered with a pernicious suitor...
'Much Ado About Nothing', William Shakespeare