[Exeunt all but Bastard.[42]
A foot of honour better than I was;
But many a many foot of land the worse.[43]
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.
'Good den, sir Richard!'—'God-a-mercy, fellow!'—185
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter;
For new-made honour doth forget men's names:
'Tis too respective and too sociable[44]
For your conversion. Now your traveller,[45]
He and his toothpick at my worship's mess,190
And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,
Why then I suck my teeth and catechize
My picked man of countries: 'My dear sir,'[46]
Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,
'I shall beseech you'—that is question now;[47]195
And then comes answer like an Absey book:[48]
'O sir,' says answer, 'at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir:'
'No, sir,' says question, 'I, sweet sir, at yours:'
And so, ere answer knows what question would,200
Saving in dialogue of compliment,[49]
And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
The Pyrenean and the river Po,[50]
It draws toward supper in conclusion so.[51]
But this is worshipful society205
And fits the mounting spirit like myself,[52]
For he is but a bastard to the time
That doth not smack of observation;[53]
And so am I, whether I smack or no;[53][54]
And not alone in habit and device,210
Exterior form, outward accoutrement,
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Which, though I will not practise to deceive,[55]
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;215
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.
But who comes in such haste in riding-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![56]220
What brings you here to court so hastily?
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he,[57]
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Bast. 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 F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy,
Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at sir Robert?[58]
He is sir Robert's son, and so art thou.
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile?[59]230
Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Bast. Philip! sparrow: James,[60]
There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more. [Exit Gurney.[61]
Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son:
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast:235
Sir Robert could do well: marry, to confess,[62]
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it:[63]
We know his handiwork: therefore, good mother,
To whom am I beholding for these limbs?[64]
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.[65]240