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K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood But for the certain knowledge of that truth for blood;
I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother. Controlment for controlment: so answer France. Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame mouth;
thy mother, The farthest limit of my embassy.
And wound her honour with this diffidence. K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in | Bast. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it; peace :
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine : Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out For ere thou canst report I will be there, At least from fair five hundred pounds a year. The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, K. John. A good blunt fellow.—Why, being And sullen presage of your own decay.
younger born, An honourable conduct let him have:
| Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Pembroke, look to 't.-Farewell, Chatillon.
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land; [Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. But once he slandered me with bastardy. Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, But whe'r I be as true begot or no, How that ambitious Constance would not cease, That still I lay upon my mother's head : Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
But that I am as well begot, my liege, Upon the right and party of her son ?
(Fair fall the bones that took the pains for mel) This might have been prevented, and made whole, Compare our faces, and be judge yourself. With very easy arguments of love;
If old Sir Robert did beget us both Which now the manage of two kingdoms must And were our father, and this son like him,With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee K. John. Our strong possession and our right I give heaven thanks I was not like to tiee. for us.
K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven Eli. Your strong possession, much more than
lent us here! your right;
Eli. He hath a trick of Cour-de-lion's face; Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: The accent of his tongue affecteth him. So much my conscience whispers in your ear: Do you not read some tokens of my son Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall In the large composition of this man? hear.
K. John. Mineeye hath well examinéd his parts,
And finds them perfect Richard.—Sirrah, speak: Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who
What doth move you to claim your brother's land? whispers Essex.
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my Esser. My liege, here is the strangest contro
With that half-face would he have all my land. Come from the country to be judged by you, | A half-faced groat five hundred pounds a-year! That e'er I heard: shall I produce the men ? Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father K. John. Let them approach. [Exit Sheriff.
lived Our abbeys and our priories shall pay
Your brother did employ my father much :
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land : Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert FALCONBRIDGE,
| Your tale must be how he employed my mother. and Philip, his bastard Brother.
Rob. And once despatched him in an embassy This expedition's charge. What men are you? To Germany; there, with the emperor,
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, To treat of high affairs touching that time. Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son, The advantage of his absence took the king, As I suppose, to Robert Falconbridge;
And in the meantime sojourned at my father's; A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak : of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.
But truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores K. John. What art thou?
Between my father and my mother lay Rob. The son and heir to that same Falcon- | (As I have heard my father speak limself) bridge.
When this same lusty gentleman was got. K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? | Upon his death-bed he by will bequeathed You came not of one mother then, it seems. His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king; That this my mother's son was none of his ; That is well known; and, as I think, one father: | And if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. My father gave me honour, yours gave lana.Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine: 1 Now blesséd be the hour, by night or day, My father's land, as was my father's will. When I was got, Sir Robert was away.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate. Eli. The very spirit of Plantaganet ! Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him; I am thy grandame, Richard : call me so. And if she did play false, the fault was hers: Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth. Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
What though? That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, Something about, a little from the right; Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, In at the window, or else o'er the latch : Had of your father claimed this son for his ? Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept | And have is have, however men do catch : This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world; Near or far off, well won is still well shot ; In sooth he might: then, if he were my brother's, And I am I, howe'er I was begot. My brother might not claim him; nor your father, K. John. Go, Falconbridge: now hast thou thy Being none of his, refuse him. This concludes :
desire; My mother's son did get your father's heir; A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.Your father's heir must have your father's land. Come, madam, and come, Richard: we must speed
Rob. Shall, then, my father's will be of no force, For France, for France; for it is more than need. To dispossess that child which is not his ?
Bast.Brother, adieu:good fortune come to thee! Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, For thou wast got i' the way of honesty. Than was his will to get me, as I think.
: [Exeunt all but the Bastard. Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Falcon A foot of honour better than I was ; bridge,
But many a many foot of land the worse ! And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; Well, now can I make any Joan a lady:Or the reputed son of Cour-de-lion;
“Good den, Sir Richard :"-"God-a-mercy, Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ?
fellow!" Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, | And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter. And I had his (Sir Robert his), like him : For new-made honour doth forget men's names; And if my legs were two such riding-rods; 'Tis too respective and too sociable My arms such eel-skins stuffed ; my face so thin, For your conversion. · Now your traveller, That in mine ear 1 durst not stick a rose, He and his toothpick at my worship's mess; Lest men should say, “Look where three farthir.gs And when my knightly stomach is sufficed, goes !”
Wlay then I suck my teeth, and catechise And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, My pickéd man of countries :-"My dear sir," 'Would I might never stir from off this place, (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin), I'd give it every foot to have this face:
“I shall beseech you"—that is question now; I would not be Sir Nob in any case.
And then comes answer like an ABC-book : Eli. I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy “O, sir," says answer, " at your best command; fortune,
At your employment; at your service, sir :"
And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
But this is worshipful society,
And fits the mounting spirit, like myself :
That doth not smack of observation
But from the inward motion to deliver
Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; your handl:
| For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.– VOL. III. c
Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert? | Sir Robert could do well: marry (to confess), He is Sir Robert's son; and so art thou !
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave We know his handiwork. Therefore, good mother, awhile ?
To whom am I beholden for these limbs ? Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. Bast. “Philip?"-sparrow!--James, Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exit GURNEY. | That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son :
honour? Sir Robert might have eat his part in me What means this scorn, thou most untoward Upon Good Friday, and ne'er broke his fast.