ELINOR.
Who is it thou dost call usurper, France?
CONSTANCE.
Let me make answer; Thy usurping son.
ELINOR.
Out insolent! thy bastard shall be king,
That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world!
CONSTANCE.
My bed was ever to thy son as true,
As thine was to thy husband; and this boy
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,
Than thou and John in manners: being as like
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think
His father never was so true begot;
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.
ELINOR.
There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.