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That for thipe own gain should'st defend mine ho
pour? 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 F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon."
bridge ? Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy fa.
By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
father! Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
A character in an old drama, called Soliman and Perseda.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot, If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sia : Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not.
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 uunatural uncle, Euglish John : Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
Arth. God shall forgive you Cœur-de-lion's death, The rather, that you give his offspring life, Shadowing their right under your wings of war: I give you welcome with a powerless hand, But with a beart full of unstained love: Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love;
swords In spch a just and charitable war. K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Enter Chatillon. K. Phi. A wonder, lady!--lo, upon thy wish, Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.
• Best stations to over-awe the town.
What England says, say briefy, gentle lord,
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege,
• Immediate, expeditious.
Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard,
Pembroke, and forces. K. John. Peace be to France'; if France in peace
permit Our just and ligeal entrance to our own! If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! Wbiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven.
K. Phi. Peace be to England ; if that war return From France to England, there to live in peace! England we love; and, for that England's sake, With burden of our armour here we sweat: This toil of ours should be a work of thine; But thou from loving England art so far, That thou hast under-wrought* his lawful king, Cut off the sequencet of posterity, Outfaced infant state, and done a rape U pop the maiden virtue of the crown. Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large, Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. That Geffrey was thy elder brother bora, And this his son; England was Geffrey's right, And this is Geffrey's : In the pame of God, How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, When living blood doth in these temples beat, Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest? K. John. From whom hast thou this great com
mission, France, To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phi. From that supernal 6 judge, that stirs
good thoughts In any breast of strong authority,
A short writing.