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Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, and JAMES GURNEY, O mel it is my mother :-How now, good lady? What brings you here to court so hastily?
Lady. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he? That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Phil. My brother Robert? old Sir Robert's son ? Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek so ?
Lady. 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. Phil. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while ?
230 Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Phil. Philip :-sparrow !- James,
[ Exit JAMES.
ther, To whom am I beholden for these limbs?
240 Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Lady. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine pwn gain should'st defend mine ho
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
Phil. Knight, knight, good mother-Basilisco like: What! I am dub'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:
249 Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother? Lady. Hast thou deny'd thyself a Faulconbridge ?
Phil. As faithfully as I deny the devil.
Lady. King Richard Cæur-de-lion was thy father;
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And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
ACT II. SCENE I.
Before the Walls of Angiers in France. Enter Philip
King of France, Lewis the Dauphin, the Arch-Duke of Austria, CoNsTANCE, and ARTHUR.
Lewis. 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 unnatural uncle, English John : Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Arthur. God shall forgive you Cour-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 heart full of unstained love : Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. Lewis. 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 ;
That to my home I will no more return,
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. Phil. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,