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.
205 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,
210 And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagined person.