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MARIANA:
No, my lord.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
A widow, then?
MARIANA:
Neither, my lord.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?
LUCIO:
My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are
neither maid, widow, nor wife.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
To prattle for himself.
LUCIO:
Well, my lord.
MARIANA:
My lord; I do confess I ne'er was married;
And I confess besides I am no maid:
I have known my husband; yet my husband
Knows not that ever he knew me.
LUCIO:
He was drunk then, my lord: it can be no better.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!
LUCIO:
Well, my lord.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
This is no witness for Lord Angelo.
MARIANA:
Now I come to't my lord
She that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband,
And charges him my lord, with such a time
When I'll depose I had him in mine arms
With all the effect of love.
ANGELO:
Charges she more than me?
MARIANA:
Not that I know.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
No? you say your husband.
MARIANA:
Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
Who thinks he knows that he ne'er knew my body,
But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel's.
ANGELO:
This is a strange abuse. Let's see thy face.
MARIANA:
My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Which once thou sworest was worth the looking on;
This is the hand which, with a vow'd contract,
Was fast belock'd in thine; this is the body
That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagined person.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Know you this woman?
LUCIO:
Carnally, she says.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Sirrah, no more!
LUCIO:
Enough, my lord.
ANGELO:
My lord, I must confess I know this woman:
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition, but in chief
For that her reputation was disvalued
In levity: since which time of five years
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Upon my faith and honour.