PERSONS REPRESENTED.

DUKE, living in exile.

FREDERICK, brother to the Duke, and usurper of his dominions.

AMIENS,

JAQUES,

Lords attending upon the Duke in bis banish

ment.

LE BEAU, a courtier attending upon Frederick :
CHARLES, his wrestler.

WILLIAM, a country fellow, in love with Audrey.
A perfon reprefenting Hymen.

ROSALIND, daughter to the banished Duke.

CELIA, daughter to Frederick.

PHEBE, a fhepherdess.

AUDREY, a country wench.

Lords belonging to the two Dukes; Pages, Forefters, and other Attendants.

The SCENE lies, firft, near Oliver's house; afterwards, partly in the Ufurper's court, and partly in the Forest of Arden.

AS YOU LIKE IT.

ACT I. SCENE I.

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An Orchard, near Oliver's House.

Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

Orlando.

S I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion be. queathed me: By will, but a poor thousand crowns; and, as thou fay'ft, charged my brother, on his bleffing, to breed me well: and there begins my fadness. 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 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, 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 something that nature gave me, his countenance 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 lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the B

fpirit

fpirit 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 wife remedy how to avoid it.

Enter OLIVER.

Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother. Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will fhake me up.

Oli. Now, fir! what make you here?

Orl. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.
Ok. What mar you then, fir?

Orl. Marry, fir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idlenefs.

Oli. Marry, fir, be better employ'd, and be naught awhile.

Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to fuch penury?

Oli. Know you where you are, fir?

Orl. O, fir, very well: here in your orchard.

Oli. Know you before whom, sir?

Orl. 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 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, your coming before me is nearer to his reverence.

Oli. What, boy!

Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.

Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain ?

Orl. I am no villain: I am the youngest son of fir Rowland de Bois; 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 faying fo; thou haft railed on thyself.

Adam. Sweet mafters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord.

Oli. Let me go, I fay.

Orl. I will not, till I please: you fhall hear me. My father charged you in his will to give me good education: you have trained me like a peasant, obfcuring 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 fuch exercifes 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 fpent? Well, fir, get you in: I will not long be troubled with you: you shall have fome part of your will: I pray you, leave me.

Orl. 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 loft my teeth in your fervice.-God be with my old master! he would not have spoke such a word.

[Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM. Oli. Is it even fo? begin you to grow upon me? I will phyfick your rankness, and yet give no thoufand crowns neither. Hola, Dennis!

Enter 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 importunes access to you.

Oli. Call him in. [Exit DENNIS.]—'Twill be a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.

Enter CHARLES.

Cha. Good morrow to your worship.

Oli. Good monfieur Charles !-what's the new news at the new court?

Cha. There's no news at the court, fir, but the old news: that is, the old duke is banished by his younger brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, whofe lands and revenues enrich the new duke; therefore he gives them good leave to wander.

Oli. Can you tell, if Rofalind, the duke's daughter, be banished with her father.

Cha. O, no; for the duke's daughter, her coufin, so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together,that he 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 fay, he is already in the foreft of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England: they fay, many young

gentlemen