My arms fuch eel-fkins stuft: my face fo thin,
That in mine ear I durft not stick a rofe,
Left men fhould fay, Look, where three-farthings
goes!
And, to his fhape, were heir to all this land,
'Would I might never ftir from off this place,
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
I would not be Sir Nob in any cafe.
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forfake thy for Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? [tune, I am a foldier, 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 fell 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; fo is my name begun; Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest fon. K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st:
Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great; Arife Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Phil. Brother by the mother's fide, give me your
hand;
My father gave me honour, your's gave
Now bleffed be the hour, by night, or day,
When I was got, Sir Robert was away.
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet :-
I am thy grandame, Richard; call me fo.
Phil. Madam, by chance, but not by truth! What
though?
Something
Something about, a little from the right,
In at the window or elfe o'er the hatch: Who dares not ftir by day, muft walk by night: And have is have, however men do catch : Near or far off, well won is still well fhot; And I am 1, howe'er I was begot.
K. John, Go, Faulconbridge; now haft thou thy defire,
A landlefs knight makes thee a landed fquire.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 waft got i' the way of honesty!
[Exeunt all but PHILIP.
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;
'Tis too refpective, and too fociable,
For your converfing. Now your traveller-
He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mefs;
And when my knightly ftomach is fuffic'd,
Why then I fuck my teeth, and catechife
My piked man of countries: -My dear fir
(Thus, leaning on thy elbow, I begin)
I fhall befeech you-That is queftion now;
And then comes anfwer like an ABC-book :-
O fir, fays anfwer, at your best command;
At your employment; at your fervice, fir :——
No, fir, fays queftion; I, fweet fir, at yours:
And fo, e'er answer knows what question would
(Saving in dialogue of compliment;
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
The Pyrenean and the river Pö),
It draws toward fupper in conclufion fo.
But this is worshipful fociety,
And fits the mounting fpirit like myself:
For he is but a bastard to the time,
That doth not fmack of obfervation
(And fo am I, whether I fmack or no);
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, fweet, fweet poifon for the age's tooth:
Which though I will not practife to deceive,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
For it fhall ftrew the foot steps of my rising.—
But who comes in fuch hafte, in riding robes?
What woman-post is this? hath fhe no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
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. Where is that flave, thy brother? where is he? That holds in chafe mine honour up and down? Phil. My brother Robert? old Sir Robert's fon? Colbrand the giant, that fame mighty man? Is it Sir Robert's fon, that you feek fo?
Lady. Sir Robert's fon! Ay, thou unreverend boy, Şir Robert's fon: Why scorn'ft thou at Sir Robert? He is Sir Robert's fon; and fo art thou.
Phil. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Phil. Philip-fparrow!-James,
There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exit JAMES.
Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's fon;
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 confefs!
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;
We know his handy-work:-Therefore, good mo-
To whom am I beholden for thefe limbs? [ther,
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Lady. Haft thou confpired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour?
What means this scorn, thoumost untoward knave?
Phil. Knight, knight, good mother-Bafilifco like:
What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my fhoulder.
But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's fon;
I have difclaim'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. Haft thou deny'd thyfelf a Faulconbridge?
Phil. As faithfully as I deny the devil.
Lady. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father;
By long and vehement fuit I was feduc'd
To make room for him in my husband's bed:
Heaven lay not my tranfgreffion to my charge!-
Thou art the iffue of my dear offence,
Which was fo ftrongly urg'd, paft my defence.
Phil. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wifh a better father.
Some fins do bear their privilege on earth,
And fo doth yours; your fault was not your folly:
Needs muft you lay your heart at his difpofe-
Subjected
Subjected tribute to commanding love-
Against whofe 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 eafily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say, thou did'st not well
When I was got, I'll fend his foul to hell.
Come, lady, I will fhew thee to my kin;
And they fhall fay, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst faid him nay, it had been fin :
Who fays, it was, he lies; I fay, 'twas not.
[Exeunt.
SCENE I. Before the Walls of Angiers in France. Enter PHILIP King of France, Lewis the Dauphin, the Arch-Duke of Auftria, CONSTANCE, and AR
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 fpread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
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