KING PHILIP.
From that supernal judge that stirs good thoughts
In any breast of strong authority,
To look into the blots and stains of right.
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy,
Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong
And by whose help I mean to chastise it.
KING JOHN.
Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
KING PHILIP.
Excuse it is to beat usurping down.
QUEEN ELEANOR.
Who is it thou dost call usurper, France?
CONSTANCE.
Let me make answer: thy usurping son.
QUEEN ELEANOR.
Out, insolent! Thy bastard shall be king,
That thou mayst 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 Geoffrey
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, and if thou wert his mother.
QUEEN ELEANOR.
There’s a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.
CONSTANCE.
There’s a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee.
AUSTRIA.
Peace!