Page 146 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

LADY FAULCONBRIDGE

Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he,
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?

BASTARD
My brother Robert? old Sir Robert’s son?
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? [225]

Is it Sir Robert’s son that you seek so?

LADY FAULCONBRIDGE
Sir Robert’s son! Ay, thou unreverend boy −
Sir Robert’s son? − why scorn’st thou at Sir Robert?
He his Sir Robert’s son, and so art thou.

BASTARD
James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile? [230]

GURNEY
Good leave, good Philip.

BASTARD

Philip? − sparrow! − James,
There’s toys abroad: anon I’ll tell thee more.
[Exit Gurney.]
Madam, I was not old Sir Robert’s son:

Sir Robert might have ate his part in me
Upon Good Friday and ne’er broke his fast: [235]
Sir Robert could do − well, marry, to confess −
Could... get me? Sir Robert could not do it.

We know his handiwork: therefore, good mother,
To whom am I beholding for these limbs?
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. [240]

LADY FAULCONBRIDGE
Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,

That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour?
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?