Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
[165] Trust not my reading nor my observations,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
[167] The tenour of my book; trust not my age,
[168] My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.
Leon.
[170] Friar, it cannot be.
Thou seest that all the grace that she hath left