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Duke, living in exile.

Frederick, brother to the Duke, and ufurper of his dominions. Lords attending upon the Duke in his banish

Amiens,

Jaques,

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Le Beau, a courtier attending upon Frederick :
Charles, his wrestler.

William, a country fellow, in love with Audrey.

A perfon reprefenting Hymen.

Rofalind, 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 houfe; afterwards, partly in the Ufurper's court, and partly in the foreft of Arden.

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ACT I.

SCENE I. An Orchard, near OLIVER'S Houfe.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

ORĹ. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed 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 fadnefs. 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 ftalling 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. Befides this nothing that he fo plentifully gives me, the fomething 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 fpirit 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 wife remedy how to avoid it.

Enter OLIVER.

ADAM. Yonder comes my mafter, your brother.

ORL. Go apart, Adam, and thou fhalt hear how he will fhake me up.

OLI. Now, fir! what make you here?

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

ORL. Marry, fir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of

nefs.

yours, with idle

OLI. Marry, fir, be better employed, and be naught awhile.

ORL. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I fhould 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, fir?

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 fhould fo know me: The courtefy 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.