. Complete works of William Shakespeare . ding-robes ? What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady! 220What brings you here to court so hastily ? Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother ? whereis he,That holds in chase mine honour up and down ? Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Roberts son ?Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man ?Is it sir Roberts son that you seek so ? [boy, Lady F. Sir Roberts son! Ay, thou unreverendSir Roberts son: why scornst thou at s
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . ding-robes ? What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady! 220What brings you here to court so hastily ? Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother ? whereis he,That holds in chase mine honour up and down ? Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Roberts son ?Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man ?Is it sir Roberts son that you seek so ? [boy, Lady F. Sir Roberts son! Ay, thou unreverendSir Roberts son: why scornst thou at sir Robert ?He is sir Roberts son, and so art thou. [awhile ? Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave 230 Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Bast. Philip! sparrow: James, Theres toys abroad: anon I 11 tell thee more. [Exit , I was not old sir Roberts son:Sir Robert might have eat his part in meUpon Good-Friday and neer broke his fast:Sir Robert could do well: marry, to confess,Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it:15b 17. Act i. iking 3obn, We know his handiwork: therefore, good mother, To whom am I beholding for these limbs ? Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. [too, 240 Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour ? [knave ? What means this scorn, thou most untoward Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, ! I am dubbd! I have it on my , mother, I am not sir Roberts son;I have disclaimd 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 ? 250 Lady F Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon- Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil, [bridge ? Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thyfather:By long and vehement suit I was seducedTo make room for him in my husbands bed:Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge IThou art the issue of my dear oifence,Which was so strongly urged past my defence.
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