Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. K. John. What is thy name? 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 hand; My father gave me honour, yours gave land:- I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so. Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: what 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. A foot of honour better than I was; But many a many foot of land the worse. 8 For your conversion. Now your traveller7,- And so, ere answer knows what question would, And talking of the Alps, and Apennines, The Pyrenean, and the river Po,) It draws towards supper in conclusion so. 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 smack or no ;) Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Lady 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 son; 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 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 like 12: What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. Then, good my mother, let me know my father; Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father; By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make room for him in my husband's bed :- 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: And they shall say, when Richard me begot, Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [Exeunt. |