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Frederick, Brother to the Duke, and Ufurper of his Dukedom.

Amiens, Lords attending upon the Duke in his Jaques, Banishment.

Le Beu, A Courtier attending on Frederick.

Oliver, Eldeft Son to Sir Rowland de Boys, who had formerly been a Servant of the Duke.

Jaques,

Orlando,

Younger Brothers to Oliver.

Adam, an old Servant of Sir Rowland de Boys, now following the Fortunes of Orlando.

Dennis, Servant to Oliver.

Charles, A Wrestler, and Servant to the Ufurping Duke Frederick.

Touchstone, a Clown attending on Celia and Rofalind.

Corin,

Sylvius,} Shepherds.

William, a Clown, in Love with Audrey,

Sir Oliver Mar-text, a Country Curate,

Rofalind, Daughter to the Duke.

Celia, Daughter to Frederick.

Phoebe, a Shepherdess.

Audrey, a Country Wench.

Lords belonging to the two Dukes, with Pages, Forefters, and other Attendants.

The SCENE lyes first near Oliver's House, and afterwards partly in the Duke's Court, and partly in the Foreft of Arden.

As you Like it.

ACTI. SCENE I.

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SCENE an Orchard.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

ORLANDO.

SI remember, Adam, it was upon this Fashi on bequeath'd me by Will, but a poor Thoufand Crowns, and, as thou fay'ft, charged my Brother on his Bleffing to breed me well; and there begins my Sadness: My BrotherJaques he keeps at School, and Report speaks goldenly of his Profit; for my part he keeps me ruftically at home, or, to speak more properly, ftays me here at home unkept; for call you that Keeping for a Gentleman of my Birth, that differs not from the Stalling of an Ox? His Horfes are bred better, for befides that they are fair with their Feeding, they are taught their Manage, and to that end Riders dearly hired: But I, his Brother, gain nothing under him but growth, for the which his Animals on his Dunghills are as much bound to him as I. Befides this Nothing that he fo plentifully gives me, the Something that Nature gave me, his Countenance feems to take from me. He lets me feed with his Hinds, bars me the place of a Brother, and as much as in him lyes, mines my Gentility with my Education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me, and the Spirit of my Father, which I think is within me, begins to muting

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against this fervitude. I will no longer endure it, thoʻ yet I know no wife Remedy how to avoid it.

Enter Oliver.

Adam. Yonder comes my Mafter, your Brother.

Orla. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up.

Oli. Now, Sir, what make you here?

Orla. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.
Oli. What mar you then, Sir?

Orla. Marry, Sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy Brother of yours, with Idle

nefs.

Oli. Marry, Sir, be better employ'd, and be naught a while.

Orla. Shall I keep your Hogs, and eat Husks with them? What Prodigal Portion have I spent, that I fhould come to fuch Penury?

Oli. Know you where you are, Sir?

Orla. O, Sir, very well; here in your Orchard.
Oli. Know you before whom, Sir?

Orla. Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are my eldeft Brother, and in the gentle Condition of Blood you should fo know me: The Courtefie of Nations allows you my better, in that you are the Firft Born; but the fame Tradition takes not away my Blood, were there twenty Brothers betwixt us; I have as much of my Father in me, as you; albeit, I confefs your coming before me is nearer to his Reverence.

Oli. What Boy!

Orla. Come, come, elder Brother, you are too young in this.

Oli. Wilt thou lay Hands on me, Villain?

Orla. I am no Villain: I am the Youngest Son of Sir Rowland de Boys; he was my Father, and he is thrice a Villain that fays fuch a Father begot Villains. Wert thou not my Brother, I would not take this Hand from thy Throat, 'till this other had pull'd out thy Tongue for faying fo; thou haft rail'd on thy felf.

Adam. Sweet Mafter, be patient, for your Father's Re

membrance, be at Accord. Oli. Let me go, I say.

Orla

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