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K. Joh. From henceforth bear his name, whose form

'thou bear'it :
Kneel thou down Philip, but rise up more great ;
Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Phil. Brother by th' mother's fide, 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 grandam ; Richard, call me fo.
Phil. 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 Į was begot.

K. John. Go; Faulconbridge, now haft thou thy de-
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.

Phil. Brother, adieu; good fortune come to thee,
For thou was got i'th’ way of honesty.

[Exeunt all but Philip. 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, Godamercy, fellow :
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter ;
For new-made honour doth forget mens' names :
'Tis too respective and unsociable
For your conversing. Now your traveller,
He and his tooth-pick at my worship’s mess ;
And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
My picqued man of countries ;- -My dear Sir,
(Thus leaning on mine elbow, I begin)

fire ;

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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 e'er 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, fo.
But this is worshipful society,
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 :)
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 tho I will not practise to deceive,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ;
For it shall ítrew the footsteps of my rising.
But who comes in such hafte, in riding robes ?
What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her ?
O me! it is my mother ; now, good lady,
What brings you here to court fo hastily?

Enier. Lady Faulconbridge, and James Gurney. Lady. Where is that slave, thy brother ? where is he, That holds in chase mine honour up and down?

Phil. My brother Robert, old Sir Robert's fon,
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man,
Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek fo?

Lady. Sir Robert's. son? ay, thou unrev'rend boy,
Sir Robert's fon : why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert
He is Sir Robert's son; and so art thou.

Pbil. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while ?
Gur. Good leave, good Philip.

Phil. Philip! -spare me, James; (4) There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more:

[Exit James 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, confess! Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it ; We knew his handy-work; therefore, good mother, To whom am I beholden for these limbs? Sir Robert never holpe to make this leg.

Lady. Haft thou conspir'd with thy brother too, That, for thine own gain, should'st defend mine honour?' What means this scorn, thou moft untoward knave ?

Phil. Knight, Knight, good mother Bafilisco

like. (5)

What!

те, ,

Philip, sparrow, James.] Thus the old Copies ; and Mr. Pope has attempted to glofs this Reading by telling us, that Philip is the common Name for a tame Sparrow. So that then Faulconbridge would say, Call me Philip: Tou may as well call me Sparrow. -The Allusion is very mean and trifling: and every Body, I believe, will chuse to embrace Mr. Warburton's Emendation, which I have inserted into the Text: Spare

and Forbear me, it may be observed, are our Author's acor custom'd Phrases; either when any one wants another to leave him, or would be rid of a displeasing Subject.

(3) Knight, Knight, good Mother, Bafilisco like.] Thus must this Passage be pointed; and, to come at the Humour of it, I must clear up an old Circumstance of Stage-History. Faulconbridge's Words here carry a conceal'd Piece of Satire on a stupid Drama of that Age, printed in 1999, and call'd Soliman and Perseda. In this piece there is the Chara&ter of a bragging cowardly Knight, call'd Bafilisco. His Pretension to Valour is fo blown and seen thro', that Piston, a Baffoon-servant in the Play, jumps upon his Back, and will not disengage him, till he makes Bafilifco fwear upon his dudgeon Dagger to the Contents, and in the Terms, he di&tates to him: as, for Inftance,

Bas. 0, I swear, I swear.
Pift. By the contents of this Blade,
Baf. By the contents of this Blade,

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What! I am dub'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 :
I hen, good my mother, let me know my father ;
Some proper man, I hope; who was it, mother?

Lady. Haft thou deny'd thy self a Faulconbridge ?
Pil. As faithfully, as I deny the devil.

Lady. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy father ;
By long, and vehement, fuit I was feduc'd
To make room for him in my husband's bed.
Heav'n lay not my transgression to my charge !
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urg'd past my defence.

Phil. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not with a better father.
Some fins 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,
Subjected tribute to commanding love;
Againft whose fury, and unmatched force,
The awless lion could not wage the fight ;
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hands.
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
May eafily 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.

Pift. I, the aforesaid Bafilisco,
Baf. 1, the aforesaid Bafilifco,

Knight, good fellow, knight, knight,-
Pift. Knave, good fellow, knave, knave,-

So that'tis clear, our Poet is (neering at this Play, and makes Philip, when his Mother calls him Knave, throw off that Reproach by humouroully laying claim to his new Dignity of Knighthood; as Bafilifco arrogantly insists on his Title of Knight in the Passage above quoted. The old Play is an execrable bad one; and, I suppose, was sufficiently exploded in the Representation: which might make this Circumstance so well known, as to become the Butt for a Stage-Sarcasm..

Come,

Come, lady, I will shew thee to my kin,

And they shall say, when Richard me begot, If thou hadft faid him nay, it had been fin;

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

A C T II.

SCENE, before the Walls of Angiers in

France.

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Enter Philip King of France, Lewis the Dauphin, the
Archduke of Austria, Constance, and Arthur.

LE WIS.
EFORE Angiers well met, brave Auffria.

Arthur! that great fore-runner of thy blood

Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By this brave Duke came early to his grave:
And for amends to his posterity,
At our importance hither is he come,
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the ufurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Arth. God shall forgive you Cæur-de-lion's death
The rather, that you give his off-spring life;
Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
I give you welcome with a pow'rless hand,
But with a heart full of unftained love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, Duke.

Lewis. A noble boy! who would not do thee right?

Auft. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, As seal to this indenture of

my. That to my home I will no more return, Till Angiers and the right thou haft in France,

Together

love ;,

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