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DUKE. Frederick, Brother to the Duke, and usurper of his duke dom.
Lords attending upon the Duke in his banishJaques, ment. Le Beu, a courtier attending on Frederick. Oliver, eldest son to Sir Rowland de Boys, who had
formerly been a servant to the Duke. Jaques, Orlando. Adam, an old fervant of Sir Rowland de Boys, now
following the fortunes of Orlando. Dennis, fervant to Oliver. Charles, a wresler, and servant to the usurping Duke
Lords belonging to the two Dukes; with pages, foreffers,
and other attendants.
The SCENE lies, first, near Oliver's house ; and, af
terwards, partly in the Duke's Court; and partly in the Foreft of Arden.
S I remember, Adam, it was upon this my Father
bequeath'd me by Will, but a poor thousand crowns; and, as thou say'st, 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 rustically 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 stalling of an ox? his horses are bread better; for 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. Befides this Nothing that 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.
my father, which, I think, is within me, begins to mutiny against this servitude. I will no longer endure it, tho' yet I know no wife remedy how to avoid it.
SC E N E II.
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. 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. I know, 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
I have as much of my father in me, albeit, I confess your coming before me is nearer to his revenue.
Oli. What, boy!
young in this.