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. Tell me, how if my brother, Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, Had of your father claim'd this son for his? In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world; In sooth, he might: then, if he were my bro ther's, My brother might not claim him; nor your father, Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes,- To dispossess that child which is not his? conbridge, be a Faul And like thy brother to enjoy thy laud: Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, 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 Nob in any case. Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy fortune, Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me. thither. Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. K. John. What is thy name? Bast. 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. Bast. Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand; My father gave me honour, yours gave land: - Something about, a little from the right, Near or far off, well won is still well shot; K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy desire, A lan less knight makes thee a landed 'squire.Come, Madam, and come, Richard; we must speed For France, for France; for it is more than Bast, need. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to thee! For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. [Exeunt all but the Bastard. A foot of honour better that I was; Good-a-mercy, fellow; And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: For new-made honour doth forget men's names; 'Tis too respective, and too sociable, - For your conversion. Now your traveller, It draws towards supper in conclusion so. And fits te mounting spirit, like myself: Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and James Gurney. O me! it is my mother:How now, good Lady? That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Bast. 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 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, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. mother, To whom am I beholden for these limbs? Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy bro ther too, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward kuave? Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, siliscolike: Ba What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. Then, good my mother, let me know my father; Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother? 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 seduc'd |