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fomething 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 lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the fpirit of my father, which I think is within me, begins to mutiny against this fervitude: I will no longer endure it, though 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 fhalt hear how he will shake me up.

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Oli. Now, fir! what 'make you here?

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

Orla. Marry, fir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idlenefs.

Oli. Marry, fir, be better employ'd, and be nought 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, fir?

Orla. O, fir, very well: here in your orchard.

Oli. Know you before whom, fir?

Orla. Ay, better than he, I am before, knows me. I know you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle condition of blood, you should so know me: The courtesy

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of nations allows you my better, in that you are the firstborn; 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 confess your coming before me is nearer to his " reverence.

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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 fon of fir Rowland de Boys; he was my father; and he is thrice a villain, that says, fuch a father begot villains: Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy throat, 'till this other had pulled out thy tongue for faying fo; thou haft rail'd on thyself.

Adam. Sweet mafters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord.

Oli. Let me go, I say.

Orla. I will not, 'till I please: you fhall hear me. My father charg'd you in his will to give me good education: you have train'd me up like a peafant, obfcuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities: the spirit of my father grows ftrong in me, and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow me fuch exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me the poor allottery my father left me by teftament; with that I will go buy my fortunes.

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with him, you old dog.

Adam. Is old dog my reward? Moft true, I have loft my teeth in your fervice.-God be with my old master, he would not have spoke fuch a word.

[Exeunt Orlando and Adam. Oli. Is it even fo? begin you to grow upon me? I will phyfick your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!

Enter Dennis.

Den. Calls your worship?

Oli. Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to speak with me?

Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and importunes access to you.

Oli. Call him in.- -[Exit Dennis.] 'Twill be a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.

Enter Charles.

Cha. Good-morrow to your worship.

Oli. Good monfieur Charles !-what's the new news at the new court?

Cha. There's no news at the court, fir, but the old news; that is, the old duke is banifh'd by his younger brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, whofe lands and revenues enrich the new duke, therefore he gives them good leave to wander.

Oli. Can you tell, if Rofalind, the old duke's daughter, be banish'd with her father?

Cha. O, no; for the new duke's daughter, her coufin, fo loves her,-being ever from their cradles bred together, -that fhe would have followed her exile, or have died to

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stay behind her. She is at the court, and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do.

Oli. Where will the old duke live?

Cha. They fay, he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England: they fay, many young gentlemen flock to him every day; and fleet the time careledy, as they did in the golden world.

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Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new duke? Cha. Marry, do. I, fir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, fir, fecretly to understand, that your younger brother Orlando hath a difpofition to come in difguis'd against me to try a fall: To-morrow, fir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that escapes me without fome broken limb, fhall acquit him well. Your brother is but young, and tender; and, for your love, I would be loth to foil him, as I muft, for mine own honour, if he come in therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal; that either you might stay him from his intendment, or brook fuch difgrace well as he fhall run into; in that it is a thing of his own fearch, and altogether against my will.

Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou fhalt find, I will moft kindly requite. I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means laboured to diffuade him from it; but he is refolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, it is the ftubbornest young fellow of France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a fecret and villainous contriver against me his natural brother; therefore use thy difcretion; I had as lief thou didft break his neck, as his

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finger; and thou wert best look to't; for if thou dost him any flight difgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise against thee by poifon; entrap thee by fome treacherous device; and never leave thee, 'till he hath ta'en thy life by fome indirect means or other: for, I affure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there is not one fo young and fo villainous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder.

Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: If he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: if ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more. And so, God keep your worship! [Exit. Oli. Farewel good Charles.-Now will I ftir this gamefter I hope, I shall see an end of him; for my foul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle; never school'd, and yet learned; full of noble device; of all forts enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, fo much in the heart of the world, and especially of my own people, who beft know him, that I am altogether "mifprised: but it fhall not be fo long; this wrestler fhall clear all nothing remains, but that I kindle the boy thither, which now I'll go about.

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An open Walk, before the Duke's Palace.

Enter Rofalind and Celia.

Cel. I pray thee, Rofalind, sweet my coz, be merry. Rof. Dear Celia, I fhow more mirth than I am mistress

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