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Come, cousin Angelo, In this I’ll be impartial

Come, cousin Angelo,
In this I’ll be impartial. Be you judge
Of your own cause.  Duke and Angelo are seated.
 Enter Mariana, veiled.
Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after speak.
Pardon, my lord, I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath,
As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue,
I am affianced this man’s wife as strongly
As words could make up vows.

What, are you married?
No, my lord.
Are you a maid?
No, my lord.
A widow, then?
Neither, my lord.
Why you are nothing, then, neither maid, widow,
nor wife?
My lord, she may be a punk, for many of them
are neither maid, widow, nor wife.
Silence that fellow. I would he had some cause
to prattle for himself.
Well, my lord.
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.Chiasmus

He was drunk, then, my lord; it can be no better.
For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too.
Well, my lord.
This is no witness for Lord Angelo.
Now I come to ’t, my lord.
She that accuses him of fornication
In selfsame 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.
Charges she more than me?
Not that I know.
No? You say your husband.
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.Antanaclasis

This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.
My husband bids me. Now I will unmask.
 She removes her veil.
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 fastbelocked 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.Anaphora

Duke, to Angelo
Know you this woman?
Carnally, she says.
Sirrah, no more.
Enough, my lord.
My 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 promisèd proportions
Came short of composition, but in chief
For 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 honor.Mesodiplosis

Mariana, kneeling, to Duke
Noble prince,
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath,
AnadiplosisAs there is sense in truth and truth in virtue,
I am affianced this man’s wife Simileas strongly
As words could make up vows.Anaphora & Simile
And, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone in ’s garden house
He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my knees,
Or else forever be confixèd here
A marble monument.Alliosis

I did but smile till now.
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice.
My patience here is touched. I do perceive
These poor informal women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member
That sets them on.Metaphor
Let me have way, my lord,
To find this practice out.
Ay, with my heart,Synecdoche
And punish them to your height of pleasure.—Catachresis
Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that’s gone, think’st thou thy oaths,
Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit
That’s sealed in approbation?—You, Lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence ’tis derived.Catachresis

 The Duke rises. Escalus is seated.
There is another friar that set them on.
Let him be sent for.
Friar Peter
Would he were here, my lord, for he indeed
Hath set the women on to this complaint;
Your provost knows the place where he abides,
And he may fetch him.
Duke, to Provost
Go, do it instantly.
 Provost exits.