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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 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.

Orlando. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up.


Oliver. Now, sir! what make you here?
Orlando. Nothing: I am not taught to
make any thing.

Oliver. What mar you then, sir?
Orlando. Marry, sir, I am helping you to
mar that which God made, a poor un-
worthy brother of yours, with idleness.
Oliver. Marry, sir, be better employed,
and be naught awhile.

Orlando. Shall I keep your hogs and eat
husks with them? What prodigal portion

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have I spent, that I should come to such penury?

Oliver. Know you where you are, sir? Orlando. O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.

Oliver. Know you before whom, sir? Orlando. Ay, better than him 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 courtsey 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.

Oliver. What, boy!

Orlando. Come, come, elder brother, you

are too young in this.

Oliver. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?

Orlando. 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 pulled out thy tongue for saying so thou has railed on thyself. Adam. Sweet masters, be patient: for your father's remembrance, be at accord. Oliver. Let me go, I say.

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