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FREDERICK, brother to the Duke, and ufurper of his dukedom.
LE BEU, a courtier attending on FREDERICK.
OLIVER, eldest fon to fir ROWLAND DE BOYS, who had formerly
}Younger brothers to OLIVER.
ADAM, an old fervant of fir RowLAND DE BOYS, now following the fortunes of Orlando.
DENNIS, fervant to OLIVER.
CHARLES, a wrestler, and fervant to the ufurping Duke FREDERICK.
A clown, in love with AUDREY.
WILLIAM, another clown, in love with AUDREY.
Sir OLIVER MAR-TEXT, a country curate.
ROSALIND, daughter to the Duke.
AUDREY, a country wench.
Lords belonging to the two Dukes, with pages, forefters, and
The SCENE lies firft near OLIVER's house, and afterwards partly in the Duke's court, and partly in the foreft of Arden.
ACT I. SCENE I.
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'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 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. Besides this nothing that he fo plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave me his difcountenance 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 fpirit 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.
Adam. Yonder comes my mafter, your brother.
Orla. Go apart, Adam, and thou fhalt hear how he will shake me up.
Oli. Now, fir, what make you here?
Orla. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.
Orla. Marry, fir, I am helping you to mar that which god made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.
Oli. Marry, fir, be better employ'd, and do aught 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 fuch penury? Oli. Know you where you are, fir?
Orla. O, fir, very well; here in your orchard.
Orla. Ay, better than he I am before knows me. I know, you
Oli. What, boy!
Orla. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
Orla. I am no villain: I am the youngest son of fir 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 thyself.
Adam. Sweet mafters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord.
Oli. Let me go, I say.