Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet! — I am thy grandame, Richard: call me so. Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: what though? Something about, a little from the right, In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: Near or far off, well won is still well shot; K. John. Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire; A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire. — Come, Madam, and come, Richard: we must speed For France, for France; for it is more than need. Bast. Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee! For thou wast got i' th' way of honesty. [Exeunt all but the Bastard. A foot of honour better than I was, But many a many 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: 'Tis too respective and too sociable For your conversion. Now your traveller, No, sir,' says question, 'I, sweet sir, at yours: ' And so, ere answer knows what question would, Saving in dialogue of compliment, And talking of the Alps and Apennines, It draws toward supper, in conclusion so. And fits the mounting spirit, like myself; Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES GURNEY. O me! it is my mother. - How now, good lady! What brings you here to Court so hastily? Lady Faulconbridge. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he, That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek so? Lady F. boy, Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend 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? Gurney. Good leave, good Philip. Bast. Philip? - sparrow! James, There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more. [Exit GURNEY. Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son: Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. 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. 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,- Bast. As faithfully as I deny the Devil. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy fa By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd Thou art the issue of my dear offence, Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: And they shall say, when Richard me begot, [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. France. Before the Walls of Angiers. Enter, on one side, PHILIP, King of France, Louis, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and Attendants, and Forces; on the other, the Archduke of AUSTRIA, and Forces. LOUIS. EFORE Angiers well met, brave Austria. BEF Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart, By this brave Duke came early to his grave: 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. Arthur. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death The rather that you give his offspring life, Lou. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Austria. 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 France, Even till that utmost corner of the West Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, Will I not think of home, but follow arms. Constance. 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! |