Mari. No, my lord.
Duke. Are you a maid?
Mari. No, my lord.
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175 Duke. [A widow], then?
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 180 are neither maid, widow, nor wife.
Duke. Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
To prattle for himself.
Lucio. Well, my lord.