That I am forced to lay my reverence by,
065 And, with grey hairs and bruise of many days,
Do challenge thee to trial of a man.
[067] I say thou hast belied mine innocent child;
Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart,
And she lies buried with her ancestors;
070 O, in a tomb where never scandal slept,
Save this of hers, framed by thy villany!
Claud. My villany?
Leon.