Queen. Who is it thou dost call vsurper France?
Const. Let me make answer: thy vsurping sonne
Queen. Out insolent, thy bastard shall be King,
That thou maist be a Queen, and checke the world
Con. My bed was euer to thy sonne as true
As thine was to thy husband, and this boy
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey
Then thou and Iohn, in manners being as like,
As raine to water, or deuill to his damme;
My boy a bastard? by my soule I thinke
His father neuer was so true begot,
It cannot be, and if thou wert his mother
Queen. Theres a good mother boy, that blots thy father
Const. There's a good grandame boy
That would blot thee