Peter. Well: he in time may come to cleere himselfe; But at this instant he is sicke, my Lord: Of a strange Feauor: vpon his meere request Being come to knowledge, that there was complaint Intended 'gainst Lord Angelo, came I hether To speake as from his mouth, what he doth know Is true, and false: And what he with his oath And all probation will make vp full cleare Whensoeuer he's conuented: First for this woman, To iustifie this worthy Noble man So vulgarly and personally accus'd, Her shall you heare disproued to her eyes, Till she her selfe confesse it Duk. Good Frier, let's heare it: Doe you not smile at this, Lord Angelo? Oh heauen, the vanity of wretched fooles. Giue vs some seates, Come cosen Angelo, In this I'll be impartiall: be you Iudge Of your owne Cause: Is this the Witnes Frier? Enter Mariana. First, let her shew your face, and after, speake Mar. Pardon my Lord, I will not shew my face Vntill my husband bid me Duke. What, are you married? Mar. No my Lord Duke. Are you a Maid? Mar. No my Lord Duk. A Widow then? Mar. Neither, my Lord Duk. Why you are nothing then: neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife? Luc. My Lord, she may be a Puncke: for many of them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife Duk. Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause to prattle for himselfe Luc. Well my Lord Mar. My Lord, I doe confesse I nere was married, And I confesse besides, I am no Maid, I haue known my husband, yet my husband Knowes not, that euer he knew me Luc. He was drunk then, my Lord, it can be no better Duk. For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so to Luc. Well, my Lord Duk. This is no witnesse for Lord Angelo Mar. Now I come to't, my Lord. Shee that accuses him of Fornication, In selfe-same manner, doth accuse my husband, And charges him, my Lord, with such a time, When I'le depose I had him in mine Armes With all th' effect of Loue Ang. Charges she moe then me? Mar. Not that I know Duk. No? you say your husband Mar. Why iust, my Lord, and that is Angelo, Who thinkes he knowes, that he nere knew my body, But knows, he thinkes, that he knowes Isabels Ang. This is a strange abuse: Let's see thy face Mar. My husband bids me, now I will vnmaske. This is that face, thou cruell Angelo Which once thou sworst, was worth the looking on: This is the hand, which with a vowd contract Was fast belockt in thine: This is the body That tooke away the match from Isabell, And did supply thee at thy garden-house In her Imagin'd person Duke. Know you this woman? Luc. Carnallie she saies Duk. Sirha, no more Luc. Enough my Lord