besides that t Orlando. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt Enter OLIVER. 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 unworthy 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 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. |