BASTARD
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! KING JOHN
A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance? BASTARD
I know not why, except to get the land. But once he slander'd me with bastardy: But whether I be as true
begot or no, That still I lay upon my mother's head, But that I am as well begot, my liege, Fair fall the bones
that took the pains for me! Compare our faces and be judge yourself. If old sir Robert did beget us both And
were our father and this son like him, O old sir Robert, father, on my knee I give heaven thanks I was not
like to thee! KING JOHN
Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here! QUEEN ELINOR
He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face; The accent of his tongue affecteth him. Do you not read some
tokens of my son In the large composition of this man? KING 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? BASTARD
Because he hath a half-face, like my father. With half that face would he have all my land: A half-faced
groat five hundred pound a year! ROBERT
My gracious liege, when that my father lived, Your brother did employ my father much, BASTARD
Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land: Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother. ROBERT
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.
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