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And sullen presage of your own decay.-
[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE.
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us.
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than your right; Or else it must go wrong with you, and me. So much my conscience whispers in your ear; Which none but Heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers Essex.
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Come from the country to be judged by you, That e'er I heard. Shall I produce the men ? K. John. Let them approach.
[Exit Sheriff. Our abbeys, and our priories, shall pay Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, and PHILIP,
his bastard Brother.
Bast. Your faithful subject, I, a gentleman,
K. John. What art thou ?
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Bast. 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,
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 mother, And wound her honor with this diffidence.
Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; That is my brother's plea, and none of mine.
The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
K. John. Why, what a madcap hath Heaven lent us here !
Eli. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face:
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father : With that half-face would he have all my land. A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father lived, Your brother did employ my father much ;
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land;
Rob. And once despatched him in an embassy
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ;
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force,
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,- be a Faulconbridge,
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
Eli. I like thee well. Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Bast. Brother, take you my land ; I'll take my chance.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Bast. 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.
Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your hand;
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !
Bast. 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:
And have is have, however men do catch.
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 alt but the Bastard. A foot of honor 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 honor doth forget men's names; 'Tis too respective, and too sociable, For your conversion. Now your traveller, He and his toothpick at my worship’s mess; And when my knightly stomach is sufficed, Why then I suck my teeth, and catechize My picked man of countries.—My dear sir, (Thus, leaning on my elbow, I begin,) I shall beseech you - That is question now; And then comes answer like an A B C-book. 0, sir, says answer, at your best command; At your employment; at your service, sir.No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours; And, so, ere answer knows what question would, (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
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 honor up and down?
Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son?
seek so ?
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile ?
Philip? - sparrow! - James, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.
[Erit GURNEY. 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 fast. Sir Robert could do well; marry, (to confess !) Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; We know his handy-work.— Therefore, good mother, 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 honor ? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?