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Jaquess ; } Lords attending upon the Duke in his banißment
Le Beu, a courtier attending on Frederick.
merly been a fervant to the Duke.
lowing the fortunes of Orlando. Dennis, servant to Oliver. Charles, a wrestler, and servant to the ufurping Duke
Rosalind, daughter to the Duke.
Lords belonging to the two Dukes ; 'with pages, forefters,
and otber attendants.
The SCENE lies, firfl, near Oliver's house; and,
afterwards, partly in the Duke's Court; and partly in the Forest of Arden.
ORLAND 0. *S I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion
** bequeath'd me by Will, but a poor thousand A
crowns; and, as thou fay'ft, charged my 报
brother on his blessing to breed me well;
and there begins my fadness. My brother Faques 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 belides 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 buc growth; for the which his animals on his durghills are as much bound to him as I. Besides this Nothing that 'he fo plentifully gives me, the Something, that Nature gave me, his counten ance seems to take from me. He lets me fced with his hinds; Vol. II. M
. 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 fervitude. I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother.
Orla. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he 'will shake me up.
Oli. Now, Sir, what make you here? Orla. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing. Oli. What mar you then, Siri 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 penury ?
Oli. Know you where you are, Sir ?
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 fo 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. 1 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 1
Oria. 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 pulld out thy tongue for saying so; thou hast rail'd on thyself.
Adam. Sweet masters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord.
Oli. Let me go, I say: Orla. I will not, 'till I please: you shall hear me. My father charg'd you in his Will to give me good education : you have train'd me up like a peasant, obscuring 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 such exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me the poor allottery my father left me by teftament; with that I will my fortunes.
Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent? well, Sir, get you in. I will not long be troubled with you : you shall have some part of your will. I
pray you, leave me.
Orla' I will no further offend you, than becomes me for my good.
Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.
Adam. Is old dog my reward ! most true, I have lost my teeth in your service. God be with my old malter, he would not have spoke such a word.
[Exe. Orlando and Adam. Oli. Is it even fo? begin you to grow upon me? ! will phyfick your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla, 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 inportunes access to you.
Oli. Call him in ;-- --’twill be a good way; and tomorrow the wreitling is.
Oli. Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new news at the new Court ?
Cha. There's no news at the Court, Sir, but the old news; that is, the old Duke is banish'd by his younger brother the new Duke, and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him; whose lands and revenues enrich the new Duke, therefore he gives them good leave to wander.
Oli. Can you tell, if Rosalind, the Duke's daughter, be banish'd with her father?
Cba. O, no; for the Duke's daughter her coufin so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together, that she would have followed her exile, or have died to ftay 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 say, many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and feet the time carelesly, as they did in the golden world.
Oli. What, you wrestie to-morrow before the new Duke? Cha. Marry, do I, Sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, Sir, fecretly to understand, that your younger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try a Fall; to-morrow, Sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he, that escapes me without some broken limb, shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young and tender, and for your love I would be loth to foil him; as [ mut 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 such disgrace well as he shall run into; in that it is a thing of his owa search, and altogether against