But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; 61 Eli. Out on thee, rude man I thou dost shame thy mother, And wound her honour with this diffidence. Phil. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it; That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a year: Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land! K. John. A good blunt fellow.-Why, being younger born, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance? Phil. I know not why, except to get the land. And were our father, and this son like him ;- I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. 71 80 K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent us here! Eli. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face, The accent of his tongue affecteth him : In the large composition of this man? K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, And finds them perfect Richard.- -Sirrah, speak, 88 What doth move you to claim your brother's land? Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd, Your brother did employ my father much. 100 Phil. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; (As I have heard my father speak himself), K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; Biij 110 And, 121 And, if she did play false, the fault was her's; Phil. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, Than was his will to get me, as I think. 131 Eli. Whether hadst thou rather-be a Faulconbridge, And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; Or the reputed son of Cœur-de-lion, Phil. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, 140 Lest 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'd give it every foot to have this face ; 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. 150 Phil. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance : Your face hath got five hundred pound a year: Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Phil. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun ; Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son. K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st: Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great; A rise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet. 160 Phil. Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand; My father gave me honour, your's gave land : Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so. Phil. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: What though? Something about, a little from the right, In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: 170 Who 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 shot; And I am I, howe'er I was begot. K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy desire, A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.— Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed For France, for France; for it is more than need. Phil. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to thee, For thou wast got i' the way of honesty! 181 [Exeunt all but PHILIP. A foot of honour better than I was; - -My dear sir (Thus, leaning on my elbow, I begin) 190 And |