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Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Then, good mny liege, let me have what is mine,

and PHILIP, his bastard Brother. My father's land, as was my father's will. This expedition's charge.—What men are you?

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,

Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him; hamntanchira : and oldest son,

And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;

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Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.

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Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must sprou
For France, for France; for it is more than need.


Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert PAULCONBRIDGE, Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,

and PHILIP, his bastard Brother. My father's land, as was my father's will. This expedition's charge.- What men are you?

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,

Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him ; Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,

And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;

Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands A soldier, by the honor-giving hand

That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, Of Ceur-de-lion knighted in the field.

Who, as you say, took pains to get his son, K. John. What art thou ?

[bridge. Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? [him; Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon- In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world; You came not of one mother, then, it seems.

In sooth he might: then, if he were my brother's, Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, My brother might not claim him ; nor your father, That is well known; and, as I think, one father: Being none of him, refuse him: This concludes, But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,

My mother's son did get your father's heir; I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;

Your father's heir must have your father's land. Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.[mother.

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy To dispossess that child which is not his ? And wound her honor with this diffidence.

Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; Than was his will to get me, as I think. That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;

Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faulcon The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out

And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; [bridge, At least from fair five hundred pound a year: Or the reputed son of Ceur-de-lion, Heaven guard my mother's honor, and my land! Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ? K. John. A good blunt fellow :-Why, being Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, younger born,

And I had his, sir Robert his, like him : Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?

And if my legs were two such riding-rods, Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. My arms such eel-skins stuff’d; my face so thin, But once he slander'd me with bastardy:

That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, [goes! But whe'r I be as true-begot, or no,

Lest men should say, Look, where three farthings That still I lay upon my mother's head; And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, But, that I am as well begot, my liege,

'Would I might never stir from off this place, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!)

I'd give it every foot to have this face : Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

I would not be sir Nob in any case. If old sir Robert did beget us both,

Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy forAnd were our father, and this son like him ;- Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? [tune, O old sir Robert, father, on my knee,

I am a soldier, and now bound to France. I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. [us here!

Bast. Brother, take you my land,I'll take my K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent

chance : Eli. He hath a tricks of Caur-de-lion's face, Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; The accent of his tongue affecteth him :

Yet sell your face for five pence, and, 'tis dear.Do you not read some tokens of my son Madam, I'll follow you until the death. In the large composition of this man?

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. And finds them perfect Richard.Sirrah, speak,

K. John. What is thy name? What doth move you to claim your brother's land?

Bust. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun; Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father: Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son. With that half-face would he have all my land:

K. John. From henceforth, bear his name whose A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!

form thou bear'st: Rob. My gracious liege,when that my father liv’d, Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great: Your brother did employ my father much;

Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet. [hand; Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land;

Bust. Brother, by my mother's side, give me your Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. My father gave me honor, yours gave land:

Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an embassy Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, To Germany, there, with the emperor,

When I was got, sir Robert was away. To treat of high affairs touching that time: Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !The advantage of his absence took the king, I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so. And in the mean time sojourn’d at my father's; Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: What Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak;

though? But truth is truth; large length of seas and shores Something about, a little from the right, Between my father and my mother lay,

In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: (As I have heard my father speak himself,)

Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; When this same lusty gentleman was got.

And have is have, however men do catch: Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd Near or far off, well won is still well shot; His lands to me; and took it, on his death,

And I am I, howe'er I was begot. That this my mother's son, was none of his;

K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy And, if he were, he came into the world

desire, Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. A landless knight makes thee a landed ’squire.

Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed • Trace, outline.

For France, for France; for it is more than need. Bast. Brother, adieu; good fortune come to thee! | Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? For thou wast got i'the way of honesty.


He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou. [Exeunt all but the Bastard. Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a A foot of honor better than I was;

Gur. Good leave, good Philip.

[while ? But many a foot of land the worse.


Philip!--sparrow!--James, Well, now can I make any Joan a lady : There's toys' abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. Good den,Sir Richard, God-a-mercy, fellow;

[Exit GURNEY. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son; For new-made honor doth forget men's names; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me "Tis too respective, and too sociable,

Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast; For your conversion. Now your traveller,- Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess) He and his tooth-pick at my.worship’s mess; Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; And when my knightly stomach is sufficed, We know his handy-work:—Therefore, good moWhy. then I suck my teeth and catechise To whom am I beholden for these limbs ? [ther, My picked man of countries: My dear sir, Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)

Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, I shall beseech you.That is question now; That forthineown gain shouldstdefend mine honor? And then comes answer like an ABC-book :- What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? O sir, says answer, at your best command; Bust. Knight, knight, good mother,--BasiliscoAt your employment; at your service, sir :

like : No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours :

What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. And so, ere answer knows what question would, But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ; (Saving in dialogue of compliment;

I have disclaimed sir Robert, and my land;
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines, Legitimation, name, and all is gone :
The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)

Then, good my mother, let me know my father; It draws toward supper in conclusion so. Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother? But this is worshipful society,

Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a FaulconAnd fits the mounting spirit, like myself:

Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. [bridge ? For he is but a bastard to the time,

Lady F. King Richard Cæur-de-lion was thy That doth not smack of observation

By long and vehement suit I was seduced [father; (And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;) To make room for him in my husband's bed :And not alone in habit and device,

Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! Exterior form, outward accoutrement;

Thou art the issue of my dear offence, But from the inward motion to deliver

Which was so strongly urged, past my defence. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Madam, I would not wish a better father. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;

Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.- And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband, Subjécted tribute to commanding love,That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? Against whose fury and unmatched force

The lawless lion could not wage the fight, Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES GURNEY. Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hande O me! it is my mother:-How now, good lady? He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, What brings you here to court so hastily? May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? With all my heart I thank thee for my father : where is he?

Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well That holds in chase mine honor up and down? When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.

Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son? Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? And they shall say, when Richard me begot, Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?

If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin : Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend

Who says it was,

he lies; I say, 'twas not. boy,


SCENE I.-France. Before the Walls of Angiers. To spread his colors, boy, in thy behalf,
Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and And to rebuke the usurpation

Forces ; on the other Philip, King of France, of thy unnatural uncle, English John :
and Forces ; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ÅRTHUR, and Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Arth. God shall forgive you Cœur-de-lion's death, Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.- Shadowing their right under your wings of war :

The rather, that you give his offspring life. Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,

I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,

But with a heart full of unstain'd love : And fought the holy wars in Palestine,

Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. By this brave duke came early to his grave: And, for amends to his posterity,

Lew. A noble boy! who would not do thee right? At onr importance, hither is he come,

*Idle reports.

A character in an old drama called Soliman and Par *Good evening. My travelled fop. Importunity. seda.

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