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Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
Till she herself confess it.

DUKE
Good friar, let’s hear it.
Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo? [165]
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!

Give us some seats. − Come, cousin Angelo,
In this I’ll be impartial: be you judge
Of your own cause.

Enter Mariana [veiled].
Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after, speak. [170]

MARIANA
Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.

DUKE
What, are you married?

MARIANA
No, my lord.

DUKE
Are you a maid?

MARIANA
No, my lord. [175]

DUKE
A widow, then?

MARIANA
Neither, my lord.

DUKE