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What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband, That will take pains to blow a horn before her ?
Enter Lady FaulCONBRIDGE, and James GURNEY.
is he? That holds in chase mine honour up and down ?
Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son ? Colbrand' the giant, that saine 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 1-sparrow !3-James, There's toys abroad ;4 anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exit GURNEY. 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!) Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; We know his handy-work:—Therefore, good mo
ther, To whom am I beholden for these limbs? Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Colbrand -] Colbrand was a Danish giant, whom Guy of Warwick discomfited in the presence of King Athelstan.
2 Good leave, &c.] Good leave means a ready assent.
Lady F. Hast thoù conspired with thy brother
too, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine ho
nour? 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. But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son; I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; Legitimation, name, and all is gone: Then, good my mother, let me know my father; Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother? Lady É. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
* Knight, knight, good mother,--Basilisco-like:] Faulconbridge's words here carry a concealed piece of satire on a stupid drama of that age, printed in 1599, and called Soliman and Perseda. In this piece there is a character of a bragging cowardly knight, called
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
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; And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural uncle, English John: Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Arth. God shall forgive you Ceur-de-lion's
• At our importance - ] At our importunity.
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
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
? To cull the plots of best advantages: ] i. e. to mark such sta. tions as might over-awe the town.
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
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 expedients to this town, His forces strong, his soldiers confident. With him along is come the mother-queen, An Até, stirring him to blood and strife; With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; With them a bastard of the king deceas'd: And all the unsettled humours of the land, Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries, With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, To make a hazard of new fortunes here. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
expedient —] Immediate, expeditious.