What is thy name? Philip, my liege, so is my name begun, Philip, good old Sir Robert’s wife’s eldest son. From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bearest. Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great. Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet., rising, to Robert Faulconbridge Brother by th’ mother’s side, give me your hand. My father gave me honor, yours gave land. Now blessèd be the hour, by night or day, When I was got, Sir Robert was away! The very spirit of Plantagenet! I am thy grandam, Richard. Call me so. Madam, by chance but not by truth. What though? Something about, a little from the right, 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. Near or far off, well won is still well shot, And I am I, howe’er I
