DUKE.
Are you a maid?
MARIANA.
No, my lord.
DUKE.
A widow, then?
MARIANA.
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.
DUKE.
Silence that fellow. I would he had some cause to prattle for himself.
LUCIO.
Well, my lord.
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.