Love is often the fruit of marriage.
— Molière
Max: Do you love me?
Gilda: Oh Max, oh Max, people should never ask that question on their wedding night. It's either too late or too early.
Tevye: Then you love me?
Golde: I suppose I do!
Tevye: And I suppose I love you, too.
Both: It doesn't change a thing, but even so
After twenty-five years, it's nice to know.
— Fiddler on the Roof, "Do You Love Me?"
Valdemar: Sophie, I welcome you as my queen and my wife. I admit it was a hard thing for me to accept, and I am sure it was for you too, to meet as strangers in our marriage bed. But I hope, I truly do hope that we can come to be good companions in life and love each other well.
Sophie: I hope so too.
First comes marriage, then comes love!
