_Duke._ What, are you married? _Mari._ No, my lord. _Duke._ Are you a maid? _Mari._ No, my lord. _Duke._ A widow, then? 175 _Mari._ Neither, my lord. _Duke._ 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. 180 _Duke._ Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause To prattle for himself. _Lucio._ Well, my lord. _Mari._ My lord, I do confess I ne'er was married; And I confess, besides, I am no maid: 185 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._ For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too! _Lucio._ Well, my lord. 190 _Duke._ This is no witness for Lord Angelo. _Mari._ 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 195 When I'll depose I had him in mine arms With all th' effect of love. _Ang._ Charges she more than me? _Mari._ Not that I know. _Duke._ No? you say your husband. _Mari._ Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, 200 Who thinks he knows that he ne'er knew my body, But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel's. _Ang._ This is a strange abuse. Let's see thy face. _Mari._ My husband bids me; now I will unmask. [_Unveiling._ This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, 205 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 210 In her imagined person. _Duke._ Know you this woman? _Lucio._ Carnally, she says. _Duke._ Sirrah, no more! _Lucio._ Enough, my lord. _Ang._ My lord, I must confess I know this woman: And five years since there was some speech of marriage 215 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 220 I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, Upon my faith and honour.