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Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
is he? That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Is it sir Robert's
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 ? - sparrow !-James, There's toys abroad ;3 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;
Lady F. Hast thou 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 : 4 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
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
4 A character in an old Drama called Soliman and Perseda.
Subjected tribute to commanding love,
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
Arth. God shall forgive you Ceur-de-lion's death,
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 That to my home I will no more return, Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, And coops
from other lands her islanders, Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, 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. Const. 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. 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 be
Against the brows of this resisting town.
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
swords with blood:
K. Phi. A wonder, lady !-lo, upon thy wish,
Chat, Then turn your forces from this paltry siege,
6 Best stations to over-awe the town. 7 Immediate, expeditious.
8 The Goddess of Revenge.