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FRIDERICK, brother to the Duke, and ufurper of bis duke
AMIENS, Lords attending upon the Duke in bis banishJAQUES, S ment.
LE BEU, a courtier attending on Frederick. OLIVER, eldest fon to Sir Rowland de Boys, who bad formerly been a fervant to the Duke.
JAQUES, 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 fervant to the ufurping Duke Frederick.
TOUCHSTONE, a clown attending on Celia and Rosalind. CORIN,
A clown, in love with Audrey.
WILLIAM, another clown, in love with Audrey.
ROSALIND, daughter to the Duke.
Lords belonging to the two Dukes, with pages, forefiers,
and other attendants.
The SCENE lyes firft near Oliver's boufe, and afterwards partly in the Duke's court, and partly in the foreft of Arden.
As You LIKE IT.
Enter Orlando and Adam. `S I remember, Adam, it was upon this my father bequeath'd me by will but a poor thousand crowns, and, as thou fay'st, charged my brotheron his bleffing 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 fpeak more properly) ftays me here at home unkept; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the ftalling of an ox? his horfes are bred 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 dunghills are as much bound to him as I. Befides this nothing that he fo plentifully gives me, the fomething that nature gave me his discountenance feems 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 mutiny against this fervitude. I will no longer endure it, tho' yet I know no wife remedy how to avoid it. A 3
SCENE II. Enter Oliver.
Oli. Now, Sir, what make you here?
Orla. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.
Orla. Marry, Sir, I am helping you to mar that which
Orla. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? what prodigal's portion have I spent, that I should come to fuch penury?
Oli. Know you where you are, Sir?
Orla. O, Sir, very well; here in your orchard.
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 courtefie of nations allows you my better, in that you are the first born; 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 confefs you coming before me are nearer to his revenue.
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 fays fuch 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 faying fo; thou haft rail'd on thy felf.
Adam. Sweet mafters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord.
Oli. Let me go, I fay.
Orla. I will not 'till I pleafe: you fhall hear me. My father charg'd you in his will to give me good education:
you have train'd me up like a peasant, obfcuring and hiding me from all gentleman-like qualities; the spirit of my father grows ftrong in me, and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow me fuch exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me the poor allottery my father left me by teftament; with that I will go buy 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 fhall have fome 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? moft true, I have loft my teeth in your fervice. God be with my old mafter, he would not have spoke fuch a word.
[Exeunt Orlando and Adam. SCENE III.
Oli. Is it even fo? begin you to grow upon me? I will phyfick your ranknefs, and yet give no thoufand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!
Den. Calls your worship?
Oli. 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.
-'twill be a good way; and to
Oli. Call him in ;morrow the wrestling is.
Cha, Good-morrow to your worship.
Oli. Good Monfieur Charles, what's the new news at the
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,