Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Mar.
Mar. Why iust, my Lord, and that is Angelo,
Mar. Who thinkes he knowes, that he nere knew my body,
Mar. But knows, he thinkes, that he knowes Isabels.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. This is a strange abuse: Let's see thy face.
Mar. My husband bids me, now I will vnmaske.
Mar. This is that face, thou cruell Angelo
Mar. Which once thou sworst, was worth the looking on:
Mar. This is the hand, which with a vowd contract
Mar. Was fast belockt in thine: This is the body
Mar. That tooke away the match from Isabell,
Mar. And did supply thee at thy garden‑house
Mar. In her Imagin'd person.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Know you this woman?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Carnallie she saies.
Duk. Duk.