Loosens my vassals' faith, and turns their tears,
Which else would fall for my calamities,
To gloomy pause, and gaping reverence:
While all my woes, to their perverted sense,
Seem but the marvellous accomplishment
Of revelation, out of nature's course.
Fab. Reason must so interpret. Good my lord,
What answer was return'd to Godfrey's challenge?
Count. Defiance.
Fab. Heaven defend you!