Is't come to this? Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?

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. Claudio:
Thou thinkest I am in sport: I pray thee tell me truly how thou likest her. Benedick:
Would you buy her, that you inquire after her? Claudio:
Can the world buy such a jewel? Benedick:
Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you this with a sad brow? 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 three-score again?