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K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother, then, it seems.

Faul. 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, I 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 honour with this diffidence.

Faul. (L. c.) 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 pounds a year:
Heav'n guard my mother's honour and my land !
K. John. A good blunt fellow.-Why, being younger

Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?

Faul. I know not why, except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
But whether I be as true begot or no,

That still I lay upon my mother's head;
But that I am as well begot, my liege,
(Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me !)
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
If old Sir Robert did beget us both,
And were our father, and this son like him ;-
0, old Sir Robert, father, on my knee,
I give Heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
K. John. Why, what a mad-cap Heaven hath lent us

here! Eli. (To the King.] He hath a trick of Cour-de

Lion's face;
The accent of his tongue affecteth him :
Do you not read some token of my son
In the large composition of this man ?

K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
And finds them perfect Richard.-Sirrah, speak,
What doth move you to claim your brother's land?

Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father lived, Your brother did employ my father much ;Faul. 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

To Germany, there, wito the Emperor,
To treat of high affairs touching that time:
The advantage of bis absence took the King,
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's ;
Where how he did prevail I shame to speak :
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shares
Between my father and my mother lay,
(As I have heard my father speak himself,)
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me; and took it on his death
That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
And, if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time :
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him:
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
That marry wives-
Your father's heir must have your father's land.

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no use,
To dispossess that child, which is not his ?

Faui. 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 Faulconpriage, And, like thy brother, to enjoy thy land, Or the reputed son of Ceur-de-Lion, Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ?

Faul. Madam, and 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 And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, 'Would I might never stir from off this place, I'd give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be Sir Bob in any case. Eli. I like thee well :-Wilt thou forsake thy for

tune, Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? I am a soldier, and now bound to France. Faul. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my

chance ! Your face hath got five hundred pound a year;

Yet sell 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.
Faul. Our country manners give our betters way.
K. John. What is thy name?
Faul. 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.

Faul. Brother, by mother's side, give me your hand, My father gave me honour, yours gave land :Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, When I was got, Sir Robert was away! Brother, adieu :-good fortune come to thee, For thou wast got i' the way of honesty. K. John. Go, Faulconbridge! now hast thou thy

desire, A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.

[Exit ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, L come, madam, and come, Richard: we must speed For France, for France ; for it is more than need.

(Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.-Exeunt L

Faul. (R.) A foot of honour better than I was ;
But many a 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.-
But who comes in such haste !
What woman post is this ? hath she no husband
That will take pains to blow a horn before her ?
O me, it is my mother.

How now, good lady? *
What brings you here to court so hastily !
L. Faul. (c.) Where is that slave, thy brother?

Where is he,
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?

Faul. My brother Robert ? old Sir Robert's son?
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek se?

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L. Faul. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend

boy, Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert? He is Sir Robert's son, and so art thou. Faul. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a

Gur. (L.) Good leave, good Philip.

Faul. Philip ?-sparrow !---James,
There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.

[Exit GURNEY, L.
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 help to make this leg.

L. Faul. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour! What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave ? Faul. Knight, knight, good mother:-Basilisko

What! I am dubb’d! I have it on my shoulder.--
But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son ;
I have disclaim'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?

L. Faul. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge?
Faul. As faithfully as I deny the devil.

L. Faul. King Richard Caur-de-Lion was thy father :
By long and vehement suit I was seduced
To make room for him in my husband's bed;
Thou art the issue of my dear offence :
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge !

Faul. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better father.
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,
Against whose fury and unmatched force
The awless lion could not wage the fight,
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
He, that nerforce robs lions of their hearts,

May easily win a woman's. Ah, my mother,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.-
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;

And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin :
Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not.

[Exeunt, R.



SCENE I.-France.-The Walls of Angiers.-

Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.


Enter PHILLIP, King of France, Lewis, thc Dau

K. Phil. (c.) Before Angiers well met, brąve Au.

Arthur, that great forerunner 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 spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John :
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither..
Arth. (R. c.) Heaven shall forgive you Coeur-de-

Lion's death,
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war:

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