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Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year ;
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 : Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great ; Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your
My father gave me honour, yours gave land:-
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !-
though? Something about, a little from the right,
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch : Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
And have is have, 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 knight 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.
[Exeunt all but the Bastard.
-My dear sir,
For he is but a bastard to the time,
Bust. 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? Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend
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 Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his 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 mother, To whom am I beholden for these limbs ? Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave ? Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,--Basilisco
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Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge ?
Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy father ; By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make room for him in my husband's bed :Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! Thou art the issue of my dear offence, Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence.
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, Madam, I would not wish a better father. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,Subjécted tribute to commanding love,Against whose fury and unmatched force The awless lion could not wage the fight, Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, With all my heart I thank thee for
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [Exeunt.