AS YOU LIKE IT.
ACT I.
Scene I. Orchard of Oliver’s house.
AYLI I. 1 Enter Orlando and Adam.
[001] Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion [002] bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, [003] as thou sayest, charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me well: and there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques 005 he keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit: for my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak [007] 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; [010] 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 [015] 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, 020 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.
[023] Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother.
Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will [025] shake me up.
Enter Oliver.
[026] Oli. Now, sir! what make you here?
Orl. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.