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, 135 Or the reputed son of Coeur-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's his, like him; And if my legs were two such riding-rods, 140 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 goes!' 145 I would give it every foot to have this face; I would not be sir Nob in any case. Eli. I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune, Bequeath thy land to him and follow me? I am a soldier and now bound to France. 150* Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance. Your face hath got five hundred pound a year, Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Bast. Philip, my liege, so is my name begun; 155 K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st: 160 Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great, Arise sir Richard and Plantagenet. Bast. Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand: My father gave me honour, yours gave land. Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet! I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so. 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: Who dares not stir by day must walk by night, And have is have, however men do catch: Near or far off, well won is still well shot, And I am I, howe'er I was begot. K. John. Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy de sire; A landless knight makes thee a landed squire. Bast. Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee! [Exeunt all but Bastard. A foot of honour better than I was; For your conversion. Now your traveller, 165 170 175 180 185 He and his toothpick at my worship's mess, And talking of the Alps and Apennines, It draws toward supper in conclusion so. And fits the mounting spirit like myself, 190 195 200 205 210 215 What woman-post is this? hath she no husband Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES GURNEY. O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady! Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he, 220 Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? 225 Is it sir Robert's son that you seek so? Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile? Bast. Philip! sparrow: James, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, 230 235 240 Bast. 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; 245 I have disclaim'd sir Robert and my land; Then, good my mother, let me know my father; 250 Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge? Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father: By long and vehement suit I was seduced To make room for him in my husband's bed: 255 Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! Which was so strongly urged past my defence. Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, Madam, I would not wish a better father. 260 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, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, With all my heart I thank thee for my father! 270 |