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S I remember, Adam, it was upon this my Father

bequeath'd me by Will, but a poor thousand crowns and, as thou say it, 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 ruftically at home; (or, to speak more proproperly) stys me here at home, unkept: for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the falling of an ox? his horses are bread better; for befides 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 dun ghills are as much bound to him as I. Be

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.


fides this Nothinare.

my father, which, I think, is within me, begins to mutiny against this fervitude. I will no longer endure it, tho’yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.



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Enter Oliver. Adam. ONDER comes my master, your bro

. 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

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 idleness.

Oli. Marry, Sir, be better employ'd, and be nought a while.

Orla. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them ? what Prodigal's 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 he, I am before, knows me. Iknow, 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 iny father in me, as you; albeit, I confess your coming before me is nearer to his revenue.

Oli. What, boy!
Orla. Come, come, elder brother, you are too

young in this.

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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 dout 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 strong 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 testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes.

Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is fpent? 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


than becomes me for my good.

Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.

Adam. Is old dog my reward ? most true, I have loft my teeth in your service. God be with my old master, he would not have spoke such a word.

(Exeunt Orlando and Adam.


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Oli. S it even so ? begin you to grow upon me?

I will phyfic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis !

Enter Dennis.
Den. Calls your Worship?
Vol. III.



Oii. Was not Charles, the Duke's wreftler, here to speak with me?

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

Oli. Call him in;'twill be ia good way; and tomorrow the wrestling is.

ws Enter Charles, Cha. Good morrow to your Worship.

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 love ing 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?

Cha, O, no'; * for the new Duke's daughter her cousin so loves her, being ever from their cradle bred together, that she would have followed her exile, or have died to 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 say, 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 fleet the time carelelly, as they did in the golden world.

Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new Duke?

Cha. Marry, do I, Sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter.

I am given, Sir, secretly to understand, that your younger brother Orlando hath a * for the Duke's daughter her cousn] read, the new Duke's.

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disposition to come in disguis'il against me to try Fall; to-morrow, Sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he, that escapes me without some broken limb, shall acquit him well. Your brotheris but young and tender, and for your love I would be loth to foil him ; as I must for mine own honour, if he come ini; 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 own search, and altogether against my will.

Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt find, I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from it, but he is resolute. I tell thee, Charles, he is the stubbornest young fellow of France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a secret and villanous contriver against me his natural brother; therefore use thy discretion; I had as lief thou didst break his neck, as his finger, And thou wert best look to't; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise againft thee by poison; entrap thee by some treacherous device; and never leave thee, 'till he hath ta’en thy life by some indirect means or other;. for I assure thee, (and almost with tears I speak it) there is not one fo young and so villanous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but fhould 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 hịther to you: if he come 10-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 stir this gamester: I hope, I shall see an end of him; for my


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