Measure for Measure

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 5 Scene 1

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ANGELO

Charges she more than me?

ANGELO

Is she accusing more men besides me?

MARIANA

Not that I know.

MARIANA

Not that I know of.

DUKE VINCENTIO

No? you say your husband.

DUKE VINCENTIO

No? You say your husband.

MARIANA

Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
220Who thinks he knows that he ne’er knew my body,
But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel’s.

MARIANA

Why, exactly, my lord. He’s Angelo, who believes he never slept with me, and who believes he slept with Isabel.

ANGELO

This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.

ANGELO

This is a strange deception. Let’s see your face.

MARIANA

My husband bids me; now I will unmask.

MARIANA

My husband bids me to, so I’ll lift my veil.
Unveiling
Removing her veil.
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
225Which 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,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
230In her imagined person.
This is the face, you cruel Angelo, that you once swore was well worth looking at. This is the hand that was locked in yours with a signed contract. This is the body that kept your appointment with Isabel, and satisfied you in your garden-house, pretending to be her.

DUKE VINCENTIO

Know you this woman?

DUKE VINCENTIO

Do you know this woman?

LUCIO

Carnally, she says.

LUCIO

Sexually, she says.

DUKE VINCENTIO

Sirrah, no more!

DUKE VINCENTIO

Quiet, you!

LUCIO

Enough, my lord.

LUCIO

Right, my lord.

ANGELO

235My lord, I must confess I know this woman:
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition, but in chief
240For that her reputation was disvalued
In levity: since which time of five years
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Upon my faith and honour.

ANGELO

My lord, I must confess I know this woman. Five years ago, there was some talk of marriage between she and I. It was broken off, partly because her dowry fell short of the agreed amount, but mainly because she had a reputation for promiscuity. For the last five years, I haven’t spoken with her, seen her, or heard from her, I swear.

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