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In my behaviour, to the majesty,
Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty!
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody war, To enforce these rights, so forcibly withheld. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for
blood, Controlment for controlment: so answer France.
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, The furthest limit of my embassy.
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace: Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; For ere thou canst report I will be there, The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, And sullen presage of your own decay.An honourable conduct let him have: Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon.
[Excunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, How that ambitious Constance would not cease,
Till she had kindled France and all the world,
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us.
right, Or else it must go wrong
you So much my conscience whispers in your ear; Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear.
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers
Essex. Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Come from the country to be judg’d by you, That e'er I heard: Shall I produce the men ?
K. John. Let them approach.-- [Exit Sheriff Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert FAULCONBRIDGE, and
Philip, his Bastard Brother.
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
K. John. What art thou ?
You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, That is well known; and, as I think, one father : But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy
mother, And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a-year: Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being younger
born, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. But once he slander'd me with bastardy: But whe'r I be as true begot, or no, That still I lay upon my mother's head; But, that I am as well begot, my liege, (Fair fall the bones, that took the pains for me!) Compare our faces, and be judge yourself. If old sir Robert did beget us both, And were our father, and this son like him ;O old sir Robert, father, on my knee I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us
here! Eli. He hath a trick of Cæur-de-lion's face,
The accent of his tongue affecteth him:
not read some tokens of
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-fac'd 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 my 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 sojourn’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. Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me; and took it, on his death, That this, my mother's son, was none of his; And, if he were, he came into the world Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, My father's land, as was my father's will.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ; Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him:
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force,
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,