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And so, e'er answer knows what question would 200
(Saving in dialogue of compliment;
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
The Pyrenean, and the river Pö),
It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
But this is worshipful society,
And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
For he is but a bastard to the time,
That doth not smack of observation
(And so am I, whether Ismack, or no);
And not alone in habit and device, 2.1Q
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 pračtise 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 FAULeoNBRIDGE, and JAMEs GURNEY.
O mel it is my mother —How now, good lady?
What brings you here to court so hastily 221
Lady. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he
That holds in chase mine honour up and down
Phil. My brother Robert old Sir Robert's son
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man
Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek so
Lady. 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. Phil. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while * 230 Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Phil. Philip —sparrow l—James, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. [Exit JAMEs. 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 I 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 240 Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. Lady. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour * What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave * Phil. Knight, knight, good mother—Basilisco like : What I am dub’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 : 249 Then, good my mother, let me know my father; Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother? Lady. Hast thou deny'd thyself a Faulconbridge 2
Phil. As faithfully as I deny the devil. Lady. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father; By long and vehement suit I was seduc’d To make room for him in my husband's bed:— Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge l— Thou art the issue of my dear offence, Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. Phil. Now, by this light, were I to get again, 260 Madam, I would not wish a better father. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth your's; your fault was not your folly: Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose— Subjected tribute to commanding love 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 perforce robs lions of their hearts, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, 272 With all my heart I thank thee for my fatherl Who lives and dares but say, thou did'st not well When I was got, I’ll send his soul to hell. Come, lady, I will shew thee to my kin; And they shall say, when Richard me begot, If thou hadst said him may, it had been sin : Who says, it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [Exeunt.
Before the Walls of Angiers in France. Enter Philip - King of France, Lewis the Dauphin, the Arch-Duke of Austria, CoN STANCE, and ARTHUR.
Bef or E Angiers well met, brave Austria.-
Arthur, that great fore-runner 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 : io
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
Arthur. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war:
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love :
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
Iewis. A noble boy I Who would not do thee
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love ; 2O
That to my home I will no more return,
*Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac’d shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders,
Even 'till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even 'till that utmost corner of the west,
Salute thee for her king: 'till then, fair boy, 39
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow’s
*Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength,
To make a more requital to your love.
Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their
In such a just and charitable war.
K. Phil. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be
Against the brows of this resisting town.—
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
To cull the plots of best advantages:— 40
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood: `
My lord Chatillon may from England bring
That right in peace, which here we urge in war;