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Bast. I know not wliy, except to get the land.
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, And finds them perfect Richard.Sirrah, speak, What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
Bast. Because he hath a half.face, like my father; With that half-face would he have all my land: A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd, Your brother did employ my father much;
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get iny land; Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy To Germany, there, with the emperor, To treat of high affairs touching that time: The advantage of his absence took the king, And in the mean time sojouro'd at my father's; Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak: But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores Between my father and my mother lay (As I have heard my father speak himself), When this same lusty gentleman was got.
+ Trace, outline.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, To dispossess that child which is not his?
Bast. Of uo more force to dispossess me, sir,
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
goes! And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
* Dignity of appearance.
'Would I might never stir from off this place,
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Bast. Philip, my liege ; so is my name begun; Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose
form thou bear'st:
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet!
though? Something about, a little from the right,
Jn at the window, or else o'er the hatch: Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
And have is bave, however men do catch: Near or far off, well won is still well shot; And I am I, howe'er I was begot. K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy
desire, A landless kuight makes thee a landed 'squire.
Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed For France, for France; for it is more than need.
Bast. Brother, adieu ; Good fortune come to thee! For thou wast got i'the way of honesty.
(Ereunt all but the Bastard. A foot of honour better than I was; But many a many foot of land the worse. Well, wow can I make any Joan a lady:Good den, sir Richard,-God a-mercy, fellow , And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: For new-made honour doth forget men's names; 'Tis too respective t, and too sociable, For your conversion 1. Now your traveller, He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise My picked man of countries 9: My dear sir, (Thus, leanivg on mine elbow, I begin), I shall beseech you- That is question now; And then comes answer like an ABC-book || :0, sir, says answer, at your best command; At your employment; at your service, sir:No sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours : And so, ere answer knows what question would (Saviug in dialogue of compliment; And talking of the Alps, and Apennines, The Pyrenean, and the river Po), It draws towards supper in conclusion so. But this is worshipful society, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself: For he is but a bastard to the time, That doth not smack of observation (And so am I, whether I sroack, or no); Aud pot alone in habit and device, Exterior form, outward accoutrement; But from the inward motion to deliver
• Good evening.
Change of condition. | Catechism.
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. O me! it is my mother:
-How now, good lady? What brings you here to court so hastily? Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where
is he? That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so ? Ludy F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend
boy, Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? He is sir Robert's sou; and so art thou. Bast. James. Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a
while ? Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Bast.
Philip ?-sparrow! -James, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exit Gurney. Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke liis fast : Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess !) Could he get me: Sir Robert could not do it ; We know his handy-work:- Therefore, good mo
ther, To wliom am I beholden for these limbs? Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. Lady F. Hast thou conspired will thy brother
* Idle reports.