DON PEDRO. Count Claudio, when mean you to go to church?
CLAUDIO. To-morrow, my lord. Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
LEONATO. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief too, to have all things answer my mind.
DON PEDRO. Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall not go dully by us.