Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance: 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 :— 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: 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; For your conversion. Now your traveller,- And talking of the Alps, and Apennines, The Pyrenean, and the river Po,) It draws toward supper in conclusion so. And fits the mounting spirit, like myself: That doth not smack of observation; (And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;) For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.- 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? 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; Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast: 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: I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; 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. And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. And they shall say, when Richard me begot, [Exeunt. |