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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. Fohn. A good blunt fellow. - Why, being younger born,
71 Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
Phil. I know not why, except to get the land.
knee I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent
In the large composition of this man?
88 K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, And finds them perfect Richard.—Sirrah, speak, What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
Phil. Because he hath a half-face, like my father ; With that half-face would he have all my land: A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv’d, Your brother did employ my father much.
Phil. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an embassy To Germany, there, with the emperor, To treat of high affairs touching that time : The advantage of his absence 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 same 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 her's;
how if my brother,
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force,
Phil. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
150 Phil. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my
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 :
160 Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great ; A rise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet. 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, When I was got, Sir Robert was away.
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet ! 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,
170 In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:
Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
And have is have, however men do catch:
Phil. Brother, adieu ; Good fortune come to thee,
[Exeunt all but Philip.