MARIANA.
My lord, I do confess I ne’er was married,
And I confess besides, I am no maid.
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.
DUKE.
This is no witness for Lord Angelo.
MARIANA.
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
When I’ll depose I had him in mine arms
With all th’ effect of love.
ANGELO.
Charges she more than me?
MARIANA.
Not that I know.
DUKE.
No? You say your husband.
MARIANA.
Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
Who thinks he knows that he ne’er knew my body,
But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel’s.