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.
ANGELO.
This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.
MARIANA.
My husband bids me; now I will unmask. [Unveiling.]
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Which once thou swor’st was worth the looking on.
This is the hand which, with a vowed contract,
Was fast belocked in thine. This is the body
That took away the match from Isabel
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagined person.