Oli. What mar you then, sir?
Orl. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God 030 made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.
[031] Oli. Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile.
Orl. Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them? [034] What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to 035 such penury?
Oli. Know you where you are, sir?
Orl. O, sir, very well: here in your orchard.
Oli. Know you before whom, sir?
[039] Orl. Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I 040 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 045 my father in me as you; albeit, I confess, your coming before [046] me is nearer to his reverence.
Oli. What, boy!
Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.