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Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year ;
Yet sell your face for fivepence, and 'tis dear.-
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.

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:-
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
When I was got, sir Robert was away.

Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !-
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.
Well, now 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, and too sociable,
For your conversion. Now your traveller?,-
He and his tooth-picks at my worship's mess;
And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
My pickedo man of

-My dear sir,
(Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)
I shall beseech you—That is question now;
And then comes answer like an ABC-book :-
O 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,
(Saving 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:

untries:

For he is but a bastard to the time,
That doth not smack of observation;
(And so am I, whether I smack or no ;)
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth :
Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ;
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.–
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ?
What woman-post is this ? bath she no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her ?
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?

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

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.

in me

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 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.
But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ;
I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land ; •
Legitimation, name, and all is gone :
Then, good my mother, let me know my father ;
Some proper man, I hope; who was it, mother?

Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge ?
Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil.

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

my

father!
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my

And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been

Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [Exeunt.

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