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As thine was to thy husband; and this boy [125]
               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: [130]
               It cannot be and if thou wert his mother.



              ELEANOR
               There’s a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.



              CONSTANCE
               There’s 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, [135]
               And 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, and I catch you right;
               Sirrah, look to’t; i’ faith I will, i’ faith. [140]



              BLANCHE
               O, well did he become that lion’s robe

               That did disrobe the lion of that robe!


              BASTARD

               It lies as sightly on the back of him
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