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And if she did play falfe, the fault was her's;
Which fault lies on the hazard of all husbands
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Had of

your father claim'd this son for his ?
In footh, good friend, your father might have kept
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world.
In footh he might. Then, if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him;

nor your father,
Being none of his, refuse him. This concludes,
My mother's son did get your father's heir,
Your father's heir muit have your father's land.

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force
To dispoíless that child which is not his ?

Phil. Of no more force to dispossess me, Sir, Than was his will to get me, as I think.

Eli. Whether hadít thou rather be a Faulconbridge, And, like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; Or the reputed fon of Cæur-de-lion, Lord of the presence *, and no land beside ?

Phil. Madam, and if my brother had my shape, And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him ; And if my legs were two such riding rods, My arms such eel-skins stuff’d; my face fo thin, That in mine ear I durft not stick a rofe t, Left 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'd give it ev'ry foot to have this face.

* i. e. Prince of the blood. † The sticking roses about them, was then all the court-fashion.

i We must obferve, to explain this allusion, that Q. Elifabeth was the first, and indeed the only prince, who coined in England threehalf-pence and three-farthing pieces. She at one and the same time coined shillings, fix-pences, groats, three-pençes, two-pences, threehalfpence, pence, three-farthings, and halfpence. And these pieces all had her head, and were alternately with the rose behind, and without the role. The shilling, groat, two-pence, penny, and half-penny, had it not. The other intermediate coins, viz. the lixpence, three-pence, three-halfpence, and three-farthings, had the rose, Mr Theobald.

I would not be Sir Nobbe * 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. Phil. 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. Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. Eli. Nay, I would have you go

before me thither. Phil. Our country-manners give our betters way. K. John. What is thy name?

Phil. 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, whoso

form thou bear'ft.
Kneel thou down Philip, but rise up more great ;
Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Phil. Brother by th' mother's side, give me your

My father gave me honour, your's gave land.
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
When I was got, Sir Robert was away!

Eli. The very fpirit of Plantagenet !
I am thy grandam; Richard, call me so.
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 his 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 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 nick-name, in contempt, of Sir Robert.


SCENE A foot of honour better than I was, But many a many foot of land the worfe! 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 piked * man of countries ; -My dear Sir, (Thus leaning on mine elbow, I begin),.. " Ì Thall 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, fays question, I, sweet Sir, at your's.“ And so ere answer knows what question would, “ Serving in dialogue of compliment; " And talking of the Alps and Apennines, 66 The Pyrenean and the river Po; " It draws towards supper in conclusion, fo. " But this is worshipful society, And fits the mounting {pirit like myself: For he is but a bastard to the time, That doth not smack of observation; [And so am I, whether I smack]; 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 strew 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?

* i e. formally bearded.
+ A nonsensical line of the players.

O me! it is my mother. Now, good Lady,
What brings you here to court so haftily?

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

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


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

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

Phil. Philip ! - pare me, James; 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 faft. 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. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,
That, for thine own gain, should'st defend mine honour ?
What means this scorn, thou moit untoward knave ?
Phil. Knight, knight, good mother-Bafilisco-

like *.
What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder.'
But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's fon;
I have disclaim'd Sir Robert, and my
Legitimation, name, and all is gone.


* The words allude to an expression in an old foolish play, then the common butt of ridicule, called Soliman and Perfeda. But the beauty of the pallage consists in his alluding, at the same time, to his high original. His father, Richard I. was furnamed Crur de lion; and the Cor Leonis, a fixed Itar of the first magnitude, in the fign Leo, is called Bafilisco. Mr Warburton.

Then, good my mother, let me know my father ;
Some proper man, I hope ; who was it, mother?

Lady. Haft thou deny'd thyself a Faulconbridge ?
Phil. As faithfully as I deny the devil.

Lady. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy father ;
By long and vehement suit was seduc'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 sins do bear their privilege on earth, .
And so doth your's; your fault was not your folly;
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Subjected 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 hands.
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


Who lives and dares but say, thou didît not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, Lady, I will shew thee to my kin,

And they thall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadft said him Nay, it had been sin;

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


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S C Ε Ν Ε I. Before the walls of Angiers in France. Enter Philip King of France, Lewis the Dauphin, the

Archduke of Austria, Constance, and Arthur. Lewis. Efore Angiers well met, brave Austria.


Arthur ! that great forerunner 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,

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