Lest men should say "Look, where three-farthings goes!" And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, Would I might never stir from off this place, I would give it every foot to have this face; I would not be sir Nob in any case. Eli. I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune, Bequeath thy land to him and follow me? I am a soldier and now bound to France. Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance. Your face hath got five hundred pound a year, Yet sell your face for five pence and 'tis dear. Ei. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Bast. Philip, my liege, so is my name begun; Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. 150 K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st: Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great, Arise sir Richard and Plantagenet. 160 Best. 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, Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet! I am thy grandam, 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, Near or far off, well won is still well shot, And I am I, howe'er I was begot. 170 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. A foot of honour better than I was; 180 [Exeunt all but Bastard. But many a many foot of land the worse. "Good den, sir Richard!"-"God-a-mercy, fellow!"- 'Tis too respective and too sociable My dear sir," Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin, "I shall beseech you"-that is question now; And then comes answer like an Absey 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 talking of the Alps and Apennines, It draws toward supper in conclusion so. And fits the mounting spirit like myself, Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES GURNEY. O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady! 190 200 210 220 Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he, That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Bast. 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, Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile? 231 Philip! sparrow: James, There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more. [Exit Gurney. Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son: Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, 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? Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father: To make room for him in my husband's bed: Which was so strongly urged past my defence. Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. And they shall say, when Richard me begot, 240 250 260 270 [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. France. Before Angiers. Enter AUSTRIA and forces, drums, etc. on one side: on the other KING PHILIP of France and his power; LEWIS, ARTHUR, CONSTANCE and attendants. Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. At our importance hither is he come, Of thy unnatural uncle, English John: Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Arth. God shall forgive you Cœur-de-lion's death Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? That to my home I will no more return, Even till that England, hedged in with the main, And confident from foreign purposes, Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, Will I not think of home, but follow arms. Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength 10 20 20 30 Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war. K. Phi. Well then, to work: our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town. Call for our chiefest men of discipline, Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, Enter CHATILLON. K. Phi. A wonder, lady! lo, upon thy wish, What England says, say briefly, gentle lord; Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege. England, impatient of your just demands, Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given him time His marches are expedient to this town, [Drum beats. K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedition! 80 We must awake endeavour for defence; For courage mounteth with occasion: |