Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler,
[♦] Though Suffolk dare him twentie hundreth times.
[90] War. Madame be still, with reuerence may I say it,
That euery word you speake in his defence,
Is slaunder to your royall Maiestie.
Suffolke. Blunt witted Lord, ignoble in thy words,
If euer Lady wrongd her Lord so much,
95 Thy mother tooke vnto her blamefull bed,
[♦] Some sterne vntutred churle, and noble stocke
Was graft with crabtree slip, whose frute thou art,