The Orchard of Oliver's House.
 Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

Orlando	As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me 
	by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou sayst, 
	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 
	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, 
	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.

                              Enter OLIVER.

Adam	Yonder comes my master, your brother.

Orlando	Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me 
	up.
															[ADAM stands aside.
Oliver	Now sir, what make you here?

Orlando	Nothing. I am not taught to make anything.

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 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 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!
															[Strikes him.

Orlando	Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
											 [Taking him by the throat.

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 
	hast railed on thyself.

Adam	[Advancing.] Sweet masters, be patient! For your father's 
	remembrance, be at accord.

Oliver	Let me go, I say.

Orlando	I will not till I please: you shall hear me. My father 
	charged you in his will to give me good education: you have 
	trained me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all 
	gentlemanlike qualities. The spirit of my father grows 
	strong in me, and I will no longer endure it. Therefore 
	allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or give 
	me the poor allottery my father left me by testament. With 
	that I will go buy my fortunes.

Oliver	And what wilt thou do? - beg when that is spent? Well, sir, 
	get you in. I will not long be troubled with you; you shall 
	have some part of your will. I pray you, leave me.

Orlando	I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good.

Oliver	Get you with him, you old dog.

Adam	Is 'old dog' my reward? Most true, I have lost my teeth in 
	your service. God be with my old master! He would not have 
	spoke such a word.
												[Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM.

Oliver	Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me? I will physic 
	your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. 
	Holla, Dennis!

                              Enter DENNIS.

Dennis	Calls your worship?

Oliver	Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to speak with 
	me?

Dennis	So please you, he is here at the door and importunes access 
	to you.

Oliver	Call him in.
															[Exit DENNIS.
	'Twill be a good way - and tomorrow the wrestling is.

                              Enter CHARLES.

Charles	Good morrow to your worship.

Oliver	Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new news at the new 
	court?

Charles	There's no news at the court, sir, 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, whose lands and revenues 
	enrich the new duke; therefore he gives them good leave to 
	wander.

Oliver	Can you tell if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be banished 
	with her father?

Charles	O no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves her, 
	being ever from their cradles bred together, that she 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.

Oliver	Where will the old duke live?

Charles	They say he is already in the Forest of Ardenne, and a many 
	merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin 
	Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him 
	everyday, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the 
	golden world.

Oliver	What, you wrestle tomorrow before the new duke?

Charles	Marry do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. 
	I am given, sir, secretly to understand that your younger 
	brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come in disguised 
	against me to try a fall. Tomorrow, sir, I wrestle for my 
	credit, and he that escapes me without some broken limb 
	shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young and 
	tender, and, for your love, I would be loath to foil him, 
	as I must for my own honour if he come in. Therefore, out 
	of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal, 
	that either you might stay him from his intendment, or 
	brook such disgrace well as he shall run into, in that it 
	is a thing of his own search, and altogether against my 
	will.

Oliver	Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt 
	find I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my 
	brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means 
	laboured to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll 
	tell thee, Charles, it is the stubbornest young fellow of 
	France, full of ambition, an envious emulator of every 
	man's good parts, a secret and villainous contriver against 
	me his natural brother. Therefore use thy discretion; I had 
	as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger. And thou 
	wert best look to't, for if thou dost him any slight 
	disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, 
	he will practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by 
	some treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath 
	ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other; for, I 
	assure thee - and almost with tears I speak it - there is 
	not one so young and so villainous this day living. I speak 
	but brotherly of him, but should I anatomize him to thee as 
	he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and 
	wonder.

Charles	I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come 
	tomorrow, I'll give him his payment. If ever he go alone 
	again, I'll never wrestle for prize more. And so God keep 
	your worship!
															[Exit.

Oliver	Farewell, good Charles. - Now will I stir this gamester. I 
	hope I shall see an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not 
	why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle, never 
	schooled and yet learned, full of noble device, of all 
	sorts enchantingly beloved, and indeed so much in the heart 
	of the world, and especially of my own people, who best 
	know him, that I am altogether misprized. But it shall not 
	be so long; this wrestler shall clear all. Nothing remains 
	but that I kindle the boy thither, which now I'll go about.
															[Exit.
