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As You Like It: Act 1, Scene 1

As You Like It
Act 1, Scene 1

Scene 1

An orchard of Oliver’s house.

  1. Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orlando

2 - 22
  1. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeath’d me
  2. by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou say’st,
  3. charg’d my brother, on his blessing, to breed me well; and
  4. there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at
  5. school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit. For my
  6. part, he keeps me rustically at home, or (to speak more
  7. properly) stays me here at home unkept; for call you that
  8. keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from
  9. the stalling of an ox? His horses are bred better, for
  10. besides that they are fair with their feeding, they are
  11. taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly hir’d;
  12. but I (his brother) gain nothing under him but growth, for
  13. the which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to
  14. him as I. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives
  15. me, the something that nature gave me his countenance seems
  16. to take from me. He lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the
  17. place of a brother, and as much as in him lies, mines my
  18. gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves
  19. me, and the spirit of my father, which I think is within me,
  20. begins to mutiny against this servitude. I will no longer
  21. endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
  1. Enter Oliver.

Adam

24
  1. Yonder comes my master, your brother.

Orlando

25
  1. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up.

Oliver

26
  1. Now, sir, what make you here?

Orlando

27
  1. Nothing. I am not taught to make any thing.

Oliver

28
  1. What mar you then, sir?

Orlando

29 - 30
  1. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a
  2. poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.

Oliver

31
  1. Marry, sir, be better employ’d, and be naught a while.

Orlando

32 - 34
  1. Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them? What
  2. prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to such
  3. penury?

Oliver

35
  1. Know you where you are, sir?

Orlando

36
  1. O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.

Oliver

37
  1. Know you before whom, sir?

Orlando

38 - 45
  1. Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are my
  2. eldest brother, and in the gentle condition of blood you
  3. should so know me. The courtesy of nations allows you my
  4. better, in that you are the first born, but the same
  5. tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty
  6. brothers betwixt us. I have as much of my father in me as
  7. you, albeit I confess your coming before me is nearer to his
  8. reverence.

Oliver

46
  1. What, boy!
  1. Strikes him.

Orlando

48
  1. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
  1. Collaring him.

Oliver

50
  1. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?

Orlando

51 - 56
  1. I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
  2. Boys. He was my father, and he is thrice a villain that says
  3. such a father begot villains. Wert thou not my brother, I
  4. would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had
  5. pull’d out thy tongue for saying so. Thou hast rail’d on
  6. thyself.

Adam

57 - 58
  1. Sweet masters, be patient, for your father’s remembrance, be
  2. at accord.

Oliver

59
  1. Let me go, I say.

Orlando

60 - 67
  1. I will not till I please. You shall hear me. My father
  2. charg’d you in his will to give me good education. You have
  3. train’d me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all
  4. gentleman-like qualities. The spirit of my father grows
  5. strong in me, and I will no longer endure it; therefore
  6. allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or give
  7. me the poor allottery my father left me by testament, with
  8. that I will go buy my fortunes.

Oliver

68 - 70
  1. And what wilt thou do? Beg, when that is spent? Well, sir,
  2. get you in. I will not long be troubled with you; you shall
  3. have some part of your will. I pray you leave me.

Orlando

71
  1. I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good.

Oliver

72
  1. Get you with him, you old dog.

Adam

73 - 75
  1. Is old dog my reward? Most true, I have lost my teeth in
  2. your service. God be with my old master, he would not have
  3. spoke such a word.
  1. Exeunt Orlando, Adam.

Oliver

77 - 79
  1. Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me? I will physic your
  2. rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla,
  3. Dennis!
  1. Enter Dennis.

Dennis

81
  1. Calls your worship?

Oliver

82
  1. Was not Charles, the Duke’s wrestler, here to speak with me?

Dennis

83 - 84
  1. So please you, he is here at the door, and importunes access
  2. to you.

Oliver

85 - 87
  1. Call him in.
  2. Exit Dennis.
  3. ’Twill be a good way; and tomorrow the wrestling is.
  1. Enter Charles.

Charles

89
  1. Good morrow to your worship.

Oliver

90
  1. Good Monsieur Charles, what’s the new news at the new court?

Charles

91 - 96
  1. There’s no news at the court, sir, but the old news: that
  2. is, the old Duke is banish’d by his younger brother the new
  3. Duke, and three or four loving lords have put themselves
  4. into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and revenues
  5. enrich the new Duke; therefore he gives them good leave to
  6. wander.

Oliver

97 - 98
  1. Can you tell if Rosalind, the Duke’s daughter, be banish’d
  2. with her father?

Charles

99 - 103
  1. O no; for the Duke’s daughter, her cousin, so loves her,
  2. being ever from their cradles bred together, that she would
  3. have follow’d her exile, or have died to stay behind her.
  4. She is at the court, and no less belov’d of her uncle than
  5. his own daughter, and never two ladies lov’d as they do.

Oliver

104
  1. Where will the old Duke live?

Charles

105 - 109
  1. They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many
  2. merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin
  3. Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him
  4. every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the
  5. golden world.

Oliver

110
  1. What, you wrestle tomorrow before the new Duke?

Charles

111 - 122
  1. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter.
  2. I am given, sir, secretly to understand that your younger
  3. brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come in disguis’d
  4. against me to try a fall. Tomorrow, sir, I wrestle for my
  5. credit, and he that escapes me without some broken limb
  6. shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young and tender,
  7. and for your love I would be loath to foil him, as I must
  8. for my own honor if he come in; therefore out of my love to
  9. you, I came hither to acquaint you withal, that either you
  10. might stay him from his intendment, or brook such disgrace
  11. well as he shall run into, in that it is a thing of his own
  12. search, and altogether against my will.

Oliver

123 - 140
  1. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt
  2. find I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my
  3. brother’s purpose herein, and have by underhand means
  4. labor’d to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I’ll
  5. tell thee, Charles, it is the stubbornest young fellow of
  6. France, full of ambition, an envious emulator of every man’s
  7. good parts, a secret and villainous contriver against me his
  8. natural brother; therefore use thy discretion I had as lief
  9. thou didst break his neck as his finger. And thou wert best
  10. look to’t; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, or if
  11. he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practice
  12. against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treacherous
  13. device, and never leave thee till he hath ta’en thy life by
  14. some indirect means or other; for I assure thee (and almost
  15. with tears I speak it) there is not one so young and so
  16. villainous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him,
  17. but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush
  18. and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder.

Charles

141 - 144
  1. I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come
  2. tomorrow, I’ll give him his payment. If ever he go alone
  3. again, I’ll never wrestle for prize more. And so God keep
  4. your worship!
  1. Exit.

Oliver

146 - 154
  1. Farewell, good Charles. Now will I stir this gamester. I
  2. hope I shall see an end of him; for my soul (yet I know not
  3. why) hates nothing more than he. Yet he’s gentle, never
  4. school’d and yet learned, full of noble device, of all sorts
  5. enchantingly belov’d, and indeed so much in the heart of the
  6. world, and especially of my own people, who best know him,
  7. that I am altogether mispris’d. But it shall not be so long,
  8. this wrestler shall clear all. Nothing remains but that I
  9. kindle the boy thither, which now I’ll go about.
  1. Exit.
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