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Frederick, Brother to the Duke, and Ufir.
had formerly been a Servant of the Duke: Jaques, } Younger Brothers to Oliver. Orlando, j 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 Re
Sylvius, } Shepherds.
William, a Clown, in Love with Audrey,
Foresters, and other Attendants.
and afterwards partly in the Duke's Court, and partly in the Forest of Arden.
A C T I. SCENE I.
SCENE an Orchard.
Enter Orlando and Adam.
OR LA N D 0. S I remember, Adam, it was upon this Fashion bequeath'd me by Will, but a poor Thou. sand Crowns, and,' as thou fay'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 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 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 mucir
shake me up.
against this servitude. I will no longer endure it, thoʻ yet I know no wise Remedy how to avoid it.
Enter Oliver. Adam. Yonder comes my Master, your Brother. Orla. Go.apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will 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 Idles
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. O, Sir, very well; here in your Orchard. Oli. Know you before whom, Sir?
Orla. Ay, better than him I am before knows me. 1 know you are my eldest Brother, and in the gentle Condition of Blood you should fo know me: The Courtelic of Nations allows you my better, in that you are the First Bora; 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.
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 so; thou hast rail'd on thy felf.
Adam. Sweet Master, be patient, for your Father's Re membrance, be at Accord. Oli. Let me go, I say.