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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
Your face hath got five hundred pound a year ;
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Faul. Philip, my liege ; so is my name begun;
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
hand; My father
honour, yours gave, Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, When I was got, Sir Robert was away! Brother, adieu :-good fortune come to thee, For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. K. John. Go, Faulconbridge! now hast thou thy
desire, A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.
[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? Q 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' ?
Faul. My brother Robert ? old Sir Robert's son ?
seek 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
Faul. Philip ?--sparrow !-James,
L. Faul. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine ho
nours What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Faul. Knight, knight, good mother:-Basilisco
like! 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 :
bridge? Faul. As faithfully as I deny the devil. L. Faul. King Richard cæur-de-lion was thy fa
dear offence :
Faul. 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, Against whose fury and unmatched force The aweless 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. Ah, my mother, With all my heart I thank thee for
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
ACT THE SECOND.
The Walls of Angiers.
Flourish of Drums and Trumpets. Enter Philip, King of France, Lewis, the Dauphin,
ARTHUR,CONSTANCE, the ARCHDUKE of AustRIA, French HERALD, GENTLEMEN, a TRUMPET, and GUARDS.
K. Phil. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.5.