[Isabella is carried off guarded; and Mariana comes forward.]
Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?—
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!—
165 Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo;
In this [I’ll be impartial]; be you judge
Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show [her face], and after speak.[ ]
Mari. Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
170 Until my husband bid me.
[Duke.] What, are you married?