050 Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
Orl. I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir [052] 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 055 till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so: thou hast railed on thyself.
[057] Adam. Sweet masters, be patient: for your father’s remembrance, be at accord.
Oli. Let me go, I say.
060 Orl. 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 [063] from me all gentleman-like qualities. The spirit of my father grows strong in me, and I will no longer endure it: 065 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.
Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent? Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled with you; 070 you shall have some part of your will: I pray you, leave me.
Orl. 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? Most true, I have lost 075 my teeth in your service. God be with my old master! he would not have spoke such a word. [Exeunt Orlando and Adam.
[077] Oli. Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? I will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!