OLIVER: Now, sir! what make you here?
ORLANDO: Nothing: I am not taught to make any-
OLIVER: What mar you then, sir?
ORLANDO: Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that
which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours,
OLIVER: Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught 
ORLANDO: Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with
them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I
should come to such penury?
OLIVER: Know you where you are, sir? 
ORLANDO: O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.
OLIVER: Know you before whom, sir?
ORLANDO: Ay, better than him I am before knows
me. I 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 my father in me as you; albeit, I
confess, your coming before me is nearer to his 
OLIVER: What, boy!
ORLANDO: Come, come, elder brother, you are too
young in this.
OLIVER: Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain? 
ORLANDO: I am no villain; I am the youngest son of
Sir 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 till this other had pulled out thy 
tongue for saying so: thou hast railed on thyself.
ADAM: Sweet masters, be patient: for your father's
remembrance, be at accord.
OLIVER: Let me go, I say.
ORLANDO: I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. My 
father charged you in his will to give me good educa-
tion: you have trained me like a peasant, obscuring
and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities. The
spirit of my father grows strong in me, and I will no
longer endure it: 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.
OLIVER: And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is
spent? Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled 
with you; you shall have some part of your will: I
pray you, leave me.
ORLANDO: I will no further offend you than becomes
me for my good.
OLIVER: Get you with him, you old dog. 
ADAM: Is 'old dog' my reward? Most true, I have lost
my teeth in your service. God be with my old master!
he would not have spoke such a word.
[Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM.]
OLIVER: Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? I
will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand 
crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!
DENNIS: Calls your worship?
OLIVER: Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to
speak with me?
DENNIS: So please you, he is here at the door and 
importunes access to you.
OLIVER: Call him in. [Exit DENNIS.] 'Twill be a good
way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.
CHARLES: Good morrow to your worship.
OLIVER: Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new 
news at the new court?
CHARLES: There's no news at the court, sir, but the old
news: that is, the old duke is banished by his younger
brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords
have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, 
whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke;
therefore he gives them good leave to wander.
OLIVER: Can you tell if Rosalind, the duke's daughter,
be banished with her father?
CHARLES: O, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, 
so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred to-
gether, that she would have followed her exile, or
have died to stay behind her. She is at the court, and
no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter;
and never two ladies loved as they do. 
OLIVER: Where will the old duke live?
CHARLES: They say he is already in the forest of
Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there
they live like the old Robin Hood of England: they
say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, 
and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden
OLIVER: What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new
CHARLES: Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you 
with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand
that your younger brother Orlando hath a disposition
to come in disguised against me to try a fall. To-
morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that
escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit 
him well. Your brother is but young and tender; and,
for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I must,
for my own honour, if he come in: therefore, out of
my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal,
that either you might stay him from his intendment 
or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into, in
that it is a thing of his own search and altogether
against my will.
OLIVER: Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which
thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had myself 
notice of my brother's purpose herein and have by
underhand means laboured to dissuade him from it,
but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles: it is the stub-
bornest young fellow of France, full of ambition, an
envious emulator of every man's good parts, 
a secret and villanous contriver against me his natural
brother: therefore use thy discretion; I had as lief
thou didst break his neck as his finger. And thou wert
best look to't; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace
or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will 
practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some
treacherous device and never leave thee till he hath
ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other; for, I
assure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there is
not one so young and so villanous this day living. I 
speak but brotherly of him; but should I anatomize
him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep and thou
must look pale and wonder.
CHARLES: I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he [Exit CHARLES.]
come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: if ever he 
go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more: and
so God keep your worship!
OLIVER: Farewell, good Charles. Now will I stir this
gamester: I hope I shall see an end of him; for my
soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than 
he. Yet he's gentle, never schooled and yet learned,
full of noble device, of all sorts enchantingly beloved,
and indeed so much in the heart of the world, and
especially of my own people, who best know him, that
I am altogether misprised: but it shall not be so long; 
this wrestler shall clear all: nothing remains but that
I kindle the boy thither; which now I'll go about.