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KING JOHN Page: 10
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face:--
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his:
This little abstract doth contain that large
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God,
How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest?
KING JOHN.
From whom hast thou this great commission, France,
To draw my answer from thy articles?
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.
Excus,--it is to beat usurping down.
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 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 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.
CONSTANCE.
There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee.
AUSTRIA.
Peace!
BASTARD.
Hear the crier.
AUSTRIA.
What the devil art thou?
BASTARD.
One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
An 'a may catch your hide and you alone.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard:
I'll smoke your skin-coat an I catch you right;
Sirrah, look to 't; i' faith I will, i' faith.
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