Yet sell your face for five-pence, and 'tis dear.- Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Faul. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun ; K. John. From henceforth bear his name, whose Kneel thou down, Philip, but arise more great; Faul. Brother, by mother's side, give me your hand, 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 all but FAULCONBRIDGE. 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 !" What woman post is this? hath she no husband Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE and GURNEY, L. What brings you here to court so hastily? L. Faul. (c.) Where is that slave, thy brother? 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? B L. Faul. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert? Faul. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while? 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: 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:-Basiliskolike! What! I am dubb'd! I have it on my shoulder.- I have disclaim'd Sir Robert, and my land: Then, good my mother, let me know my father: L. Faul. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge? L. Faul. 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; Thou art the issue of my dear offence: Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly! May easily win a woman's. Ah, my mother, And they shall say, when Richard me begot, [Exeunt, R. END OF ACT I. ACT II. SCENE I.-France.-The Walls of Angiers.- Enter PHILLIP, King of France, Lewis, the Dau- K. Phil. (c.) Before Angiers well met, brave Au stria. Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, At our importance hither is he come, And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural uncle, English John: Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.. The rather, that you give his offspring life, I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Aust. (R. C.) Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, As seal to this indenture of my love: That to my home I will no more return, Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in Franc Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, Con. (R. c.) 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. Phil. Well, then, to work: our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town.- Con. Stay for an answer to your embassy, Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood: [A Trumpet sounds, L. K. Phil. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish, Our messenger Chatillon is arrived Enter CHATILLON, L. and French Gentlemen. What England says, say briefly, gentle lord; Chatillon, speak. Cha. (L.) 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, With him along is come the mother queen, [A March at a distance, L. The interruption of their churlish drums K. Phil. How much unlook'd for is this expedition! [French all retire, R. A March, L. Enter KING JOHN, FAULCONBRIDGE, ELINOR, SALISBURY, BLANCH, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, HUBERT, ENGLISH HERALD, GENTLEMEN, a TRUMPET, and GUARDS, L. K. John. (L.) Peace be to France; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own! If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! turn From France to England, there to live in peace!- These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : And this his son; England was Geffrey's right, To draw my answer from thy articles? K. Phil. (R. c.) From that supernal Judge, that stirs good thoughts |