Which, though I will not practise to deceive, For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.- Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES O me! it is my mother :-How now, good lady? What brings you here to court so hastily. Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he? That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Lady F. 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. Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while? Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Bast. Philip ?-sparrow !-James, [Exit GURNEY. There's toys abroad; 3 anon I'll tell thee more. Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; Lady F. 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? Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basilisco like: 4 What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. Then, good my mother, let me know my father; 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 seduc'd Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. ◆ A character in an old Drama called Soliman and Perseda. Subjected tribute to commanding love,- ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE I. France. Before the Walls of Angiers. Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and Forces; on the other, PHILIP, King of France, and Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and Attendants. Lew. Before 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; 5 Importunity. And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural uncle, English John: Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, Even till that utmost corner of the west Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, 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 swords In such a just and charitable war. K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town. Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, Enter CHATILLON. K. Phi. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish, What England says, say briefly, gentle lord, Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, And stir them up against a mightier task. England, impatient of your just demands, Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I : His marches are expedient to this town, His forces strong, his soldiers confident. With him along is come the mother-queen, 8 An Até, stirring him to blood and strife; With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; 6 Best stations to over-awe the town. 7 Immediate, expeditious. 8 The Goddess of Revenge. |