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formerly been a fervant to the Duke. Jaques, Orlando.
Younger brothers to Oliver. Adam, an old fervant of Sir Rowland de Boys, now
following the fortunes of Orlando. Dennis, servant to Oliver. Charles, a wrestler, and servant to the usurping Duke
Frederick. Touchstone, a clown attending on Celia and Rosalind, Corin,
, } Shepherds.
A Clown, in love-with Audrey.
Rosalind, Daughter to the Duke.
Lords belonging to the two Dukes; with pages, foresters,
and other attendants.
The SCENE lies, first, near Oliver's house; and, af
terwards, partly in the Duke's Court; and partly in the Forest of Arden.
AS YOU LIKE IT.
A C T I. SC EN E I.
OLI V E R's Orchard.
Enter Orlando and Adam.
Father bequeath'd me by Will, but a poor thousand crowns; and, as thou say'st, charged my brother on his Blessing to breed me well; and there begins my sadness. My brother 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 proproperly) ftys 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 bread better; 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. Befides this Nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the Something, that Nature gave me, *his discountenance 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 lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grives me ; and the Spirit of
* his countenance seems to take from me.] We should certainly read his discountenance.
my father, which, I think, is within me, begins to mutiny against this servitude. I will no longer endure it, tho’yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
SC E N E
Enter Oliver. Adam. TONDER comes my master, your bro
ther. Orla. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up.
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 idleness.
Oli. Marry, Sir, be better employ'd, and be nought a while.
Orla. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat hulks with them ? what Prodigal’s portion have I spent, that I should come to such
Orla. O, Sir, very well; here in your Orchard.
Orlą. 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 of nations allows you my better, in that
you are the first-born; but the same tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt
I have as much of my father in me, as you ; albeit, I confess your coming before me is nearer to his revenue.
Oli. What, boy!
young in this.