"But this is worshipful fociety, And fits the mounting fpirit like myself: Enter Lady Faulconbridge, and James Gurney. Lady. Where is that flave, thy brother, where is he, That holds in chafe mine honour up and down? Phil. My brother Robert, old Sir Robert's fon, Colbrand the giant, that fame mighty man, Is it Sir Robert's fon, that you seek so? "towards fupper." All this is fenfible and humorous; and the phrafe of ferving in is a very pleasant one to denote that this was his worship's fecond courfe. What follows fhews the romantic turn of the voyagers of that time; how greedily their relations were fwallowed, which he calls fweet poison for the age's tooth; and how acceptable it made men at court- - For it fall frew the footfleps of my rifing. And yet the Oxford Editor fays, by this fweet poifon is meant flattery. 7 And so am I, whether I fmack or no] A nonfenfical line of the Players. Lady. Lady. Sir Robert's fon? ay, thou unrev'rend boy, Phil. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while? Phil. Philip! fpare me, James; There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. [Exit James. Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's fon, Sir Robert never holpe to make this leg. Lady. Haft thou confpir'd with thy brother too, What! I am dub'd; I have it on my fhoulder: I have disclaim'd Sir Robert, and my land; Then, good my mother, let me know my father; 8 Philip, fparrow, James.] I think the Poet wrote, i. e. don't affront me with an appellation that comes from a Family which I disclaim. 9 Knight, Knight, good mother-Bafilifco like ] The words allude to an expreffion in an old foolish play, then the common but of ridicule. But the beauty of the paffage confifts in his alluding, at the fame time, to his high original. His father, Ricbard the firft, was furnamed Coeur de lion. And the Cor Leonis, a fixed ftar of the first magnitude, in the fign Leo, is called Bafilifco. Lady. Lady. Haft thou deny'd thy felf a Faulconbridge? Phil. As faithfully, as I deny the devil. Lady. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy father; By long, and vehement fuit, I was feduc'd To make room for him in my husband's bed. Heav'n lay not my tranfgreffion to my charge! Thou art the iffue of my dear offence, Which was fo ftrongly urg'd past my defence. Phil. Now, by this light, were I to get again, Madam, I would not wifh a better father. Some fins do bear their privilege on earth, And fo doth yours; your fault was not your folly; Needs muft you lay your heart at his dispose, Subjected tribute to commanding love; Against whose fury, and unmatched force, The awless lion could not wage the fight; Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hands. He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, With all my heart, I thank thee for my father. Who lives and dares but fay, thou didst not well When I was got, I'll fend his foul to hell. Come, lady, I will fhew thee to my kin, And they fhall fay, when Richard me begot, If thou hadst faid him nay, it had been fin; Who fays, it was, he lyes; I fay, 'twas not. [Exeunt. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. Before the Walls of Angiers in France. Enter Philip King of France, Lewis the Dauphin, the Archduke of Auftria, Conftance, and Arthur. BEF LEWIS. EFORE Angiers well met, brave Auftria. At our importance hither is he come, Of thy unnatural uncle, English John. Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. And And confident from foreign purposes, Ev'n till that outmoft corner of the weft, Salute thee for her King. Till then, fair boy, Conft. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Till your strong hand fhall help to give him ftrength, To make a more requital to your love. Auft. The peace of heav'n is theirs, who lift their fwords In fuch a juft and charitable war. K. Philip. Well then, to work; our engines fhall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town; Conft. Stay for an answer to your Embassie, Enter Chatilion. K. Philip. A wonder, lady! lo, upon thy wish What England fays, fay briefly, gentle lord, Chat. Then turn your forces from this paultry fiege, His marches are expedient to this town, Dd His |