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Frederick, Brother to the Duke, per of his Dukedom. Amiens, ? Lords attending upon the Duke in his Jaques, í Banishment. Le Beu, A Courtier attending on Frederick. Oliver, Eldest Son to Sir Rowland de Boys, who
had formerly been a Servant of the Duke. Jaques, 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 Ro
salind. Corin, I Shepherde Sylvius, William, a Clown, in Love with Audrey, Sir Oliver Mar-text, a Country Curate, Rosalind, Daughter to the Duke. Celia, Daughter to Frederick. Phæbe, a Shepherdefs. Audrey, a Country Wench. Lords belonging to the two Dukes, with Pages,
Foresters, and other Attendants. The SCENE lyes first near Oliver's House,
and afterwards partly in the Duke's Court, and partly in the Forest of Arden.
As you Like it.
ACT I. SC EN EI
SCENE an Orchard.
Jaques he keeps at School, and Report speaks goldenly of his Profit ; for my part he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more properly, stays 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 Horses are bred berter, for besides 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. Besides this Nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the Something that Nature gave me, his Countenance seems 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 Gentilicy with my Education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me, and the Spirit of my Father, which I think is within me, begins to mutio,
against this servitude. I will no longer endure it, tho' yet I know no wise Remedy how to avoid it.
Oli. Now, Sir, what make you here?
Orla. Marry, Sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy Brother of yours, with Idle. ness.
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 should come to such Penury?
Oli. Know you where you are, Sir?
Orla. Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are my eldest Brother, and in the gentle Condi. tion of Blood you should fo know me: The Courtesic of Nations allows you may better, in that you are the First Born but the same 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 confess 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 says such 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 saying fo; thou hast rail'd on thy self.
"Adam. Sweet Mafter, be patient, for your Father's Rea membrance, be at Accord. Oli. Let me go, I say.