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Baft. Because he hath a half-face, like my Father,
With half that Face would he have all my Lands,
A half-fac'd Groat, five hundred Pound á Year?

Rob. My gracious Liege, when that my Father liv'd;
Your Brother did imploy my Father much

Baft. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my Land,
Your Tale must be how he imploy'd my Mother.

Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an Emballie
To Germany, there with the Emperor
To treat of high Affairs touching that time :

Th’Advantage of his Ablence took the King,
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my Father's;
Where, how he did prevail, I shame to speak:
But truth is truth, large lengths of Seas and Shores
Between my Father and my Mother lay,
As I have heard my Father speak himself,
When this fame lusty Gentleman was got.
Upon his Death-bed he by Will bequeath'd
His Lands to me, and took it on his Death
That this my Mother's Son was none of his ;
And if he were, he came into the World
Full fourteen Weeks before the Course of time :
Then good my Liege, let me have what is mine,
My Father's Land, as was my Father's Will.

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 lyes on the hazards of all Husbands
That marry Wives. Tell me, how if

Wives. Tell me, how if my Brother,
Who, as you fay, took pains to get this Son,
Had of your Father claim'd this Son for his,
In footh, good Friend, your Father might have kept
This Calf, bred from his Cow, from all the World:
In footh he might; then if he were my Brother's,
My Brother might not claim him; nor your Father,
Being none of his, refuse him; this concludes,
My Mother's Son did get your Father's Heir,
Your Father's Heir must have your Father's Land.

Rob. Shal then my Father's Will be of ro force
To difpofitis that Child which is not his?

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Baft. Of no more force to dispossess me, Sir,
Then was his Will to get me, as I think.

. Whether hadft thou rather be a Faulconbridge
And, like thy Brother, to enjoy thy Land:
Or the reputed Son of Cordelion,
Lord of thy Presence, and no Land beside?

Baft. Madam, and if my Brother had my Shape,
And I had his, Sir Robert's his, like him,
And if my Legs were ewo such riding Rods,
My Arms such Eel-skins stuff, my Face so thin,
That in mine Ear I durft not stick a Rose,
Left Men should say, look where three Farthings goes,
And to his Shape were Heir to all this Land,
Would I might never stir from off this Place,
I would give it every Foot to have this Face :
I would not be Sir Nobbe in any cale.

Eli. I like thee well; wilt thou forsake thy Fortune,
Bequeath thy Land to him, and follow me?
I am a Soldier, and now bound to France.

Baft. Brother, take you my Land, I'll take my Chance;
Your Face hath got five hundred Pound a Year,
Yet sell your Face for five Pence, and 'tis dear.
Madam, I'll follow you unto the Death.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Baft. Our Country manners give our Betters way.
K. John. What is thy Name?

, Philip, my Liege, so is my Name begun, Philip, good old Sir Robert's Wife's eldeft Son.

K. John. From henceforth bear his Name
Whole Form thou bearest :
Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great,
Arife Sir Richard and Plantagenet.

Baft. Brother by th’Mother's side, give me your Hand,
My Father gave me Honour, yours gave Land.
Now blessed be the Hour, by Night or Day,
When I was got, Sir Robert was away.

Eli. The very Spirit of Plantagenet:
I am thy Grandam, Richard, call me so.

Baft. Madam, by chance, but not by truth, what tho';
Something about, a little from the right,
In at the Window, or else o'er the Hatch:

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Who dares not stir by Day, must walk by Night,
And have is have, however Men do catch;
Near or far off, well won is still well fhot,
And I am l, howe'er I was begot.

K. John. Go, Faulcorbridge, now hast thou thy desire,
A Landlesi Knight, makes thee a Landed Squire :
Come Madam, and come Richard, we must speed
For France, for France, for it is more than need.

Baft. Brother, adieu, good Fortune come to thee, For thou walt got i’th’ way of honesty. (Ex. all but Baffard. 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-denn, Sir Richard, Godamercy Fellow, And if his Name be George, I'll call him Peter; For new made Honour doth forget Mens Names: 'Tis too respe&ive, and too sociable For your Conversion, now your Traveller, He and his Tooth-pick, at my Worship’s Mess, And when my Knightly Stomach is fuffic’d, Why then I fuck my Teeth, and Catechise My picked Man of Countrys; My Dear Sir, Thus leading on mine Elbow I begin, I fall beseech you; that is Question now, And then comes Answer like an Absey-Book: O Sir, says Answer, at your best Command, At your Employment, at your Service, Sir: No, Sir, fays Question, I, fweet Sir, at yours, And so e'er Answer knows what Question would, Saving in Dialogue of Compliment, And talking of the Alpes and Appenines, The Pyrennean and the River Po, It draws towards Supper in conclufion lo. But this is worshipful Society, And fits the mounting Spirit like my felf; For he is but a Bastard to the time That do h not smoak of Observation, And so am I wherher I smack or no; And not alone in Habit and Device, Exteri r Form, outward Acoutrement; But from thc iowaid Morion to deliver


Sweet, sweet, sweet Poison for the Ages Tooth,
Which though I will not practise to deceive,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
For it shall strew the Footsteps of my Rising:
But who comes in such haste in riding Robes?
What Woman-post is this? Hath the no Husband
That will take Pains to blow a Horn before her,
O me, 'tis my Mother'; how now, good Lady?
What brings you here to Court fo hastily?

Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. Lady. Where is that Slave, thy Brother. Where is he? That holds in chase mine Honour up and down.

Baft. My Brother Robert, old Sir Robert's Son,
Colbrand the Giant, that same mighty Man,
Is it Sir Robert's Son that you seek fo?

Lady. Sir Robert's Son ay, thou unreverend Boy,
Sir Robert's Son, why scornest thou at Sir Robert ?
He is Sir Robert's Son, and so art chou.

Baft. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while ?
Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Baft. Philip, Sparrow, James,
There's Toys abroad, anon I'll tell thee more. (Exit James.
Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's Son,
Sir Robert might hive eat his Part in me
Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his Fast:
Sir Robert could do well, marry, to confess!
Could get me ! Sir Robert could not do it;
We know his Handy-work, therefore good Mother
To whom am I beholding for these Limbs?
Sir Robert never holp to make this Leg.

Lady, Hast thou conspir'd with thy Brother too,
That for thine own gain should'st defend mine Honour ?
What means this Scorn, thou moft untoward Knave?

. Knight, Knight, good Mother, Basilisco.like.
What, I am dub’d, I have it on my Shoulder:
Bur 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, Muthur?


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Lady. Hast thou denyid thy self a Faulconbridge ?
Baft. As faithfully as I deny the Devil.

Lady. King Richard Cordelion was thy Father;
By long and vehement Suit I was reduc'd
To make room for him in my Husband's Bed.
Heav'n lay nor my Transgression to my charge;
Thou art the issue of my dear Offence,
Which was so strongly urgʻd past my Defence.

Bajt. Now, by this Light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not with a better Father.
Some Sins do bear their Privilege on Earth,
And fo doth yours ; your Fault was not your Folly;
Needs must you lay your Heart at his Dispose,
Subjected Tribute to commanding Love,
Against whose Fury and unmatched Force,
The awless Lyon could not wage the Fight,
Nor keep his princely Heart from Richard's Hands,
He that per Force robs Lyons 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 say, thou didst not well
When I was got, I'll fend his Soul to Hell.
Come, Lady, I will shew thee to my Kin,
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been Sin;
Who says it was, he lyes ; I say 'twas not, [Exeunt.

SCENE, before the Walls of Angiers.
Enter Philip King of France, Lewis the Dauphin, Au-

stria, Constance, and Arthur.
Lewis. Before Angiers, well met brave Austrid,
Arthur, that great forc-runner of thy Blood,
Richard that robb'd the Lion of his Heart,
And fought the holy Wars in Falestine,
By this brave Dake came early to his Grave;
And for amunds to his Pofterity,
At our Importance hither is he come,
To spread his Colours, Boy, in thy behalf;


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