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So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE.
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right for us.
Essex. Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, • Come from the country to be judg'd by you, That e'er I heard : shall I produce the men ?
K. John. Let them approach. [Exit Sheriff
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;
I sullen : in f. e. 2 Conduct.
Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy
mother, And wound her honour 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 At least from fair five hundred pound a year. Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! K. John. A good blunt fellow.—Why, being younger
born, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
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-fac'd groat? five hundred pound a year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd, Your brother did employ my father much.
Bast. Well, sir; by this you cannot get my land: Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
of Henry VII., with the sovereign's head in profile, then a new practice, on it.
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
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, Than was his will to get me, as I think.
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge, And, like thy brother, to enjoy thy land, Or the reputed son of Cæur-de-lion, Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ?
Bast. Madam, an 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 so thin, That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings
? A silver coin of Elizabeth, very thin, with a rose at the back of the ear.
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
Eli. I like thee well. · Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance. Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year, Yet sell your face for five pence, and 't is dear.Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me, thither. Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. K. John. What is thy name?
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 bearest. Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great :
(Bast. kneels and rises." Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet. Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch :
And have is have, however men do catch.
Bast. Brother, adieu : good fortune come to thee,
2 Not in f, e.
For thou wast got i' the way of honesty.
[Exeunt all but the Bastard. A foot of honour better than I was, But many, ah, 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 : 'T is too respective, and too sociable. For your diversion, now, your traveller, He and his tooth-picko at my worship's mess; And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, Why then I suck my teeth, and catechize My picked man of countries :"My dear sir," Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin, "I shall 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,” 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, The Pyreneans, and the river Po, It draws toward supper, in conclusion so. But this is worshipful society, And fits a mounting spirit, like myself; For he is but a bastard to the time, That doth not smack of observation; And so am I, whether I smack, or no; 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, though 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 haste, in riding robes ? What woman-post is this ? hath she 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 no, good lady! 1 Evening. ? Not in general use in England, when the play was
3 Spruce, trim.