Thine uncle perished?
JASON. Yea, he died.
KING. But how?
JASON. Not at my hands! As I do live and breathe,
I swear that bloody deed was none of mine!
KING. Yet Rumor names thee Murderer, and the word
Through all the land is blown.
JASON. Then Rumor lies,
And all that vile land with it!
KING. Dream'st thou then
I can believe thy single tale, when all
The world cries, "Liar!"
JASON. 'Tis the word of one
Thou knowest well, against the word of strangers.
KING. Say, then, how fell the king?
JASON. 'Twas his own blood,
The children of his flesh, that did the deed.