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The Duke, FREDERICK, the Usurper, AMIENS, JAQUES, EUSTACE, Louis, Le BEAU, OLIVER, JAQUES DE BOIS, ORLANDO, ADAM CHARLES, Dennis, SILVIUS, CORIN, WILLIAM, TOUCHSTONE,
Mr. CRESWELL. Mr. CHAPMAN. Mr. INCLEDON, Mr. KEMBLE, Mr. TREBY. Mr. FIELD. Mr. FARLEY. Mr. BRUNTON. Mr. CLAREMONT. Mr. C. KEMBLE. Mr. MURRAY. Mr. Waddy. Mr. SARJANT. Mr. MENAGE, Mr. DAVENPORT. Mr. BLANCHARD. Mr. FAWCETT.
The Scene lies, first, in Oliver's Orchard, and Houses after
wards, partly in the Usurper's Court, and partly in the Forest of Arden.
Enter Orlando, and Adam. Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeath'd me: By will, but a poor thousand crowns; and, as thou say'st, charg'd 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 better ; for, besides that they are fair with their feeding, they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly hir'd: 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. Be , sides 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 lies, 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 mutiny against this servitude: I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother.
Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he
will shake me up.
[Adam retires a little.
Oli. Know you
Oli. Now, sir, what make you here?
Orl. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which heaven made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness. Oli
. Marry, sir, be better employ'd, and be naught awhile.
Orl. 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?
orchard. before whom, sir? Orl. 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 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!
Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
[Lays hold on him. Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
Orl. I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois : 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 thyself.