The troublesome Raigne
528For proofe whereof, I can inferre a Will,
529That barres the way he vrgeth by di
scent.
530Constance A Will ind
éede, a crabbed Womans will,
531Wherein the Diuell is an ouer
séer,
532And proud dame
Elnor sole Executre
sse:
533More wills than
so, on perill of my
soule,
534Were neuer made to hinder
Arthurs right.
535Arthur But
say there was, as
sure there can be none,
536The law intends
such te
staments as voyd,
537Where right di
scent can no way be impeacht.
538Q Elinor Peace
Arthur peace, thy mother makes thee wings
539To
soare with perill after
Icarus,
540And tru
st me yongling for the Fathers
sake,
541I pitie much the hazard of thy youth.
542Constance Be
shrew you els how pitifull you are,
543Readie to weepe to heare him a
ske his owne;
544Sorrow betide
such Grandames and
such griefe,
545That mini
ster a poy
son for pure loue.
546But who
so blinde, as cannot
see this beame,
547That you for
sooth would k
éepe your cou
sin downe,
548For feare his Mother
should be v
sde too well?
549I theres the griefe, confu
sion catch the braine,
550That hammers
shifts to
stop a Princes raigne.
551Q. Elianor Impatient, frantike, common
slanderer,
552Immode
st Dame, vnnurtred quarreller,
553I tell thee I, not enuie to thy Son,
554But iu
stice makes me
speake as I haue don.
555K. Philip But heres no proof that
showes your
son a King.
556K.Iohn. What wants, my
sword
shal more at large
set down.
557Lewes But that may breake before the truth be knowne.
558Bastard Then this may hold till all his right be
showne.
559Lymoges Good words
sir
sauce, your betters are in place.
560Bastard Not you
sir doughtie with your Lions ca
se.
561Blanch Ah ioy betide his
soule, to whom that
spoile belõgd
562Ah
Richard how thy glorie here is wrongd.
563Lymoges Me thinkes that
Richards pride, &
Richards fall,
Should