Speeches (Lines) for Mariana in "Measure for Measure"

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1 IV / 1
  • Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away:
    Here comes a man of comfort,...
  • Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away:
    Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
    Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.
    [Exit Boy]
    [Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
    I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish
    You had not found me here so musical:
    Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
    My mirth it much displeased, but pleased my woe.
  • Vincentio. Peace be with you!
    [Exeunt ESCALUS and Provost]
    He who the sword of heaven will bear
    Should be as holy as severe;
    Pattern in himself to know,
    Grace to stand, and virtue go;
    More nor less to others paying
    Than by self-offences weighing.
    Shame to him whose cruel striking
    Kills for faults of his own liking!
    Twice treble shame on Angelo,
    To weed my vice and let his grow!
    O, what may man within him hide,
    Though angel on the outward side!
    How may likeness made in crimes,
    Making practise on the times,
    To draw with idle spiders' strings
    Most ponderous and substantial things!
    Craft against vice I must apply:
    With Angelo to-night shall lie
    His old betrothed but despised;
    So disguise shall, by the disguised,
    Pay with falsehood false exacting,
    And perform an old contracting.

    Mariana. Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away:
    Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
    Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.
    [Exit Boy]
    [Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
    I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish
    You had not found me here so musical:
    Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
    My mirth it much displeased, but pleased my woe.

2 IV / 1
  • You have not been inquired after:
    I have sat here all day.
  • You have not been inquired after:
    I have sat here all day.
  • Vincentio. 'Tis good; though music oft hath such a charm
    To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
    I pray, you, tell me, hath any body inquired
    for me here to-day? much upon this time have
    I promised here to meet.

    Mariana. You have not been inquired after:
    I have sat here all day.

3 IV / 1
  • I am always bound to you.
  • I am always bound to you.
  • Vincentio. I do constantly believe you. The time is come even
    now. I shall crave your forbearance a little: may
    be I will call upon you anon, for some advantage to yourself.

    Mariana. I am always bound to you.

4 IV / 1
  • Good friar, I know you do, and have found it.
  • Good friar, I know you do, and have found it.
  • Vincentio. Do you persuade yourself that I respect you?

    Mariana. Good friar, I know you do, and have found it.

5 IV / 1
  • Will't please you walk aside?
  • Will't please you walk aside?
  • Vincentio. Take, then, this your companion by the hand,
    Who hath a story ready for your ear.
    I shall attend your leisure: but make haste;
    The vaporous night approaches.

    Mariana. Will't please you walk aside?

6 IV / 1
  • Fear me not.
  • Fear me not.
  • Isabella. Little have you to say
    When you depart from him, but, soft and low,
    'Remember now my brother.'

    Mariana. Fear me not.

7 IV / 6
  • Be ruled by him.
  • Be ruled by him.
  • Isabella. To speak so indirectly I am loath:
    I would say the truth; but to accuse him so,
    That is your part: yet I am advised to do it;
    He says, to veil full purpose.

    Mariana. Be ruled by him.

8 IV / 6
  • I would Friar Peter--
  • I would Friar Peter--
  • Isabella. Besides, he tells me that, if peradventure
    He speak against me on the adverse side,
    I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic
    That's bitter to sweet end.

    Mariana. I would Friar Peter--

9 V / 1
  • Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
    Until my husband bid me.
  • Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
    Until my husband bid me.
  • Vincentio. Good friar, let's hear it.
    [ISABELLA is carried off guarded; and MARIANA comes forward]
    Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
    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. Is this the witness, friar?
    First, let her show her face, and after speak.

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

10 V / 1
  • No, my lord.
  • No, my lord.
  • Vincentio. What, are you married?

    Mariana. No, my lord.

11 V / 1
  • No, my lord.
  • No, my lord.
  • Vincentio. Are you a maid?

    Mariana. No, my lord.

12 V / 1
  • Neither, my lord.
  • Neither, my lord.
  • Vincentio. A widow, then?

    Mariana. Neither, my lord.

13 V / 1
  • My lord; I do confess I ne'er was married;
    And I confess besides I am no mai...
  • 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.
  • Lucio. Well, my lord.

    Mariana. 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.

14 V / 1
  • Now I come to't my lord
    She that accuses him of fornication,
    In self-sam...
  • 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 the effect of love.
  • Vincentio. 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 the effect of love.

15 V / 1
  • Not that I know.
  • Not that I know.
  • Angelo. Charges she more than me?

    Mariana. Not that I know.

16 V / 1
  • Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
    Who thinks he knows that he ne'er kn...
  • 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.
  • Vincentio. 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.

17 V / 1
  • My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
    [Unveiling]
    This is that face, th...
  • My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
    [Unveiling]
    This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
    Which 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
    In her imagined person.
  • 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 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
    In her imagined person.

18 V / 1
  • Noble prince,
    As there comes light from heaven and words from breath,
    As...
  • Noble prince,
    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: 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 for ever be confixed here,
    A marble monument!
  • Angelo. 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 promised 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 honour.

    Mariana. Noble prince,
    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: 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 for ever be confixed here,
    A marble monument!

19 V / 1
  • O my most gracious lord,
    I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
  • O my most gracious lord,
    I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
  • Vincentio. For this new-married man approaching here,
    Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd
    Your well defended honour, you must pardon
    For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudged your brother,--
    Being criminal, in double violation
    Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach
    Thereon dependent, for your brother's life,--
    The very mercy of the law cries out
    Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
    'An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!'
    Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure;
    Like doth quit like, and MEASURE still FOR MEASURE.
    Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested;
    Which, though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage.
    We do condemn thee to the very block
    Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like haste.
    Away with him!

    Mariana. O my most gracious lord,
    I hope you will not mock me with a husband.

20 V / 1
  • O my dear lord,
    I crave no other, nor no better man.
  • O my dear lord,
    I crave no other, nor no better man.
  • Vincentio. It is your husband mock'd you with a husband.
    Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
    I thought your marriage fit; else imputation,
    For that he knew you, might reproach your life
    And choke your good to come; for his possessions,
    Although by confiscation they are ours,
    We do instate and widow you withal,
    To buy you a better husband.

    Mariana. O my dear lord,
    I crave no other, nor no better man.

21 V / 1
  • Gentle my liege,--
  • Gentle my liege,--
  • Vincentio. Never crave him; we are definitive.

    Mariana. Gentle my liege,--

22 V / 1
  • O my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part;
    Lend me your knees, and all my l...
  • O my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part;
    Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
    I'll lend you all my life to do you service.
  • Vincentio. You do but lose your labour.
    Away with him to death!
    [To LUCIO]
    Now, sir, to you.

    Mariana. O my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part;
    Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
    I'll lend you all my life to do you service.

23 V / 1
  • Isabel,
    Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
    Hold up your hands, say no...
  • Isabel,
    Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
    Hold up your hands, say nothing; I'll speak all.
    They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
    And, for the most, become much more the better
    For being a little bad: so may my husband.
    O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?
  • Vincentio. Against all sense you do importune her:
    Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
    Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break,
    And take her hence in horror.

    Mariana. Isabel,
    Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
    Hold up your hands, say nothing; I'll speak all.
    They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
    And, for the most, become much more the better
    For being a little bad: so may my husband.
    O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?

24 V / 1
  • Merely, my lord.
  • Merely, my lord.
  • Isabella. Most bounteous sir,
    [Kneeling]
    Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd,
    As if my brother lived: I partly think
    A due sincerity govern'd his deeds,
    Till he did look on me: since it is so,
    Let him not die. My brother had but justice,
    In that he did the thing for which he died:
    For Angelo,
    His act did not o'ertake his bad intent,
    And must be buried but as an intent
    That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
    Intents but merely thoughts.

    Mariana. Merely, my lord.

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