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 ? hath she no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?

so?

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?

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 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 ;3 anon I'll tell thee more.

[Exit GURNEY. 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, (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 ho

nour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basilisco

like : 4 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 Faulcon

bridge ? 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,-

4 A character in an old Drama called Soliman and Perseda.

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 kin;

And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin:
Who says it was,

I
say, 'twas not.

[Exeunt.

he lies;

ACT II.

SCENE I. France. Before the Walls of Angiers.

Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and

Forces; on the other, PHILIP, King of France, and Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, Arthur, and Attendants.

Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. 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;

5 Importunity.

And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John :
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Arth. God shall forgive you Ceur-de-lion's death,
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war:
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.

Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?

Aust. Upon thy cheek Jay I this zealous kiss, As seal to this indenture of my love; That to my home I will no more return, Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, And coops from other lands her islanders, Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure 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, To make a more requital to your love. 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,
To cull the plots of best advantages: 6-
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.

Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvis'd

you
stain

your swords with blood:
My lord Chatillon may from England bring
That right in peace, which here we urge in war ;
And then we shall repent each drop of blood,
That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.

Enter CHATILLON.

K. Phi. A wonder, lady!--lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd,-
What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.

Chat, Then turn your forces from this paltry siege,
And stir them up against a mightier task.
England, impatient of your just demands,
Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time
To land his legions all as soon as I:
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
With him along is come the mother-queen,
An Até,8 stirring him to blood and strife;
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain ;
With them a bastard of the king deceas'd :

6 Best stations to over-awe the town. 7 Immediate, expeditious. 8 The Goddess of Revenge.