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Eli. Your strong possession, much more than your
right; Or else it must go wrong
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FAULCONERIDGE. What men are you?
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K. John. What art thou ?
bridge. K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Faul. Most certain of one mother, mighty King, That is well known; and, as I think, one father : But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to Heaven, and to my mother : Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy
Faul. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it;
K. John. A good blunt fellow.-Why, being younger born,
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
Faul. I know not why, except to get the land.
And were our father, and this son like him ;-
I give Heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
Eli. He hath a trick of Cœur-de-lion's face;
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, And finds them perfect Richard.-Sirrah, speak, What doth move you to claim your brother's land? Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd,
Your brother did employ my father much;—
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force
Faul. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
Faul. Madam, and if my brother had my shape,
tune, Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? I am a soldier, and now bound to France. Faul. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Faul. 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, whose
form thou bear'st; Kneel thou down, Philip, but arise more great; Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Faul. Brother, by my mother's side, give me your
My father gave me honour, yours gave
(Exit Robert FauLCONBRIDGE. Come, madam, and come, Richard: we must speed For France, for France; for it is more than need.
[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.--Exeunt all
but FAULCON BRIDGE. Faul. 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”- God-a-mercy, fellow !” And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names.But who comes in such haste? 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.
Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE and GURNEY.
How now, good lady?
What brings you here to court so hastily?
L. Faul. Where is that slave, thy brother? Where is he?
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
L. Faul. 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.
Faul. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while?
Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son:
L. Faul. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour?
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Faul. Knight, knight, good mother :-Basiliscolike!-
What! I am dubb'd! I have it on my shoulder.-