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. Elin. 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; Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great; Bast. Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand; My father gave me honour, yours gave land:- Elin. The very spirit of Plantagenet!— I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so. 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 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; But many a many foot of land the worse. For your conversion. Now your traveller, -My dear sir, (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,) And talking of the Alps, and Apennines, It draws toward supper in conclusion so. And fits the mounting spirit, like myself: (And so am I, whether I smack, or no;) Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: 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; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me 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: What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. Then, good my mother, let me know my father; Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. 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: 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: 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, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [Exeunt. |