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Robert Faulconbridge, unfortunately always referred to in the text as "THE BASTARD", has just accepted that he is not his legal father's son, but the child of Richard the Lionheart. This is as likely as Southampton Football Club escaping relegation this year, as Coeur-de-Lion is now widely regarded as being gayer than a treeful of monkeys on laughing gas. ELINOR, Richard's mother, asks Robert to accept his royal blood...
QUEEN ELINOR
I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so.
BASTARD
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 was begot.
Richard makes the point that although blood will out, although we cannot help but inherit many things from our biological parents, once we are adults we stand alone as our own creations. I can't help but think the man has a point.
QUEEN ELINOR
I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so.
BASTARD
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 was begot.
Richard makes the point that although blood will out, although we cannot help but inherit many things from our biological parents, once we are adults we stand alone as our own creations. I can't help but think the man has a point.
