D UKE of Frederick, Brother to the Duke, and Ufur per of his Dukedom. Amiens, Lords attending upon the Duke in his 3 Jaques, Banishment. Le Beu, A Courtier attending on Frederick. Oliver, Eldeft Son to Sir Rowland de Boys, who had formerly been a Servant of the Duke. Jaques, Younger Brothers to Oliver. Adam, an old Servant of Sir Rowland de Boys, Charles, A Wrestler, and Servant to the Ufurping Duke Frederick. Touchstone, a Clown attending on Celia and Rofalind. Corin, Sylvius,} Shepherds. William, a Clown, in Love with Audrey. Rofalind, Daughter to the Duke. Celia, Daughter to Frederick. Phoebe, a Shepherdefs. Audrey, a Country Wench. Lords belonging to the two Dukes, with Pages, Forefters, and other Attendants. The SCENE lyes firft near Oliver's House, and afterwards partly in the Duke's Court, and partly in the Foreft of Arden. X X X X X X 茶茶茶茶茶茶茶茶餐 As you Like it. ACTI SCENE I SCENE an Orchard. A Enter Orlando and Adam. ORLANDO, SI remember, Adam, it was upon this Fashi on bequeath'd me by Will, but a poor Thoufand Crowns, and as thou fay'ft, charged my Brother on his Bleffing to breed me well; and there begins my Sadnefs: 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, ftays 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 Horfes are bred better, for be fides 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 let's me feed with his Hinds, bars me the place of a Brother, and as much as in him lyes, 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 fervitude. I will no longer endure it, tho' yet I know no wife Remedy how to avoid it. Enter Oliver. Adam. Yonder comes my Mafter, your Brother. Orla. Go apart, Adam, and thou fhalt hear how he will fhake me up. Oli. Now, Sir, what make you here? Orla. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing. Orla. Marry, Sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy Brother of yours, with Idlenefs. Oli. Marry, Sir, be better employ'd, and be naught a while. Orla. 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, Sir? Orla. O, Sir, very well; here in your Orchard. Orla. 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 fo know me: The Courtefie 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! Orla. Come, come, elder Brother, you are too young in this. Oli. Wilt thou lay Hands on me, Villain? Orla. I am no Villain: I am the Youngeft Son of Sir Rowland de Boys; he was my Father, and he is thrice 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 thy felf. Adam. Sweet Master, be patient, for your Father's Remembrance, be at Accord. Oli. Let me go, I fay. Orla Orla. I will not 'till I pleafe: You fhall hear me. My Fa ther charg'd you in his Will to give me good Education: You have train'd me up like a Peafant, obfcuring and hiding from me all Gentleman-like Qualities; the Spirit of my Fa ther grows ftrong in me, and I will no longer endure it: Therefore allow me fuch Exercises 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, Sir, get you in. I will not long be troubled with you: You shall have fome part of your Will, I pray you leave me. Orla. 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? Moft true, I have loft my Teeth in your Service: God be with my old Master, he would not have fpoke fuch a word. [Exit Orl. and Adam: Oli. Is it even fo? Begin you to grow upon me? I will Phyfick your Ranknefs, and yet give no thousand Crowns neither. Holla, 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 accefs to you. Oli. Call him in ; 'twill be a good way; and to morrow the Wrestling is. Enter Charles. Char. Good Morrow to your Worship. Oli. Good Monfieur Charles, what's the new News at the new Court? Char. There's no News at the Court, Sir, but the old News; that is, the old Duke is banish'd by his younger Brother the new Duke, and three or four loving Lords have put themselves into a voluntary Exile with him, whose 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 bani fh'd with her Father? KA Cha. |