_Orl._ Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to such penury? 35 _Oli._ Know you where you are, sir? _Orl._ O, sir, very well: here in your orchard. _Oli._ Know you before whom, sir? _Orl._ Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle condition 40 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 45 me is nearer to his reverence. _Oli._ What, boy! _Orl._ Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this. _Oli._ Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain? 50 _Orl._ 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 55 hast railed on thyself. _Adam._ Sweet masters, be patient: for your father’s remembrance, be at accord. _Oli._ Let me go, I say. _Orl._ I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. My 60 father charged you in his will to give me good education: 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, 65 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; you shall have some part of your will: I pray you, leave me. 70 _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 my teeth in your service. God be with my old master! he 75 would not have spoke such a word. [_Exeunt Orlando and Adam._ _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! _Enter DENNIS._ _Den._ Calls your worship? 80 _Oli._ Was not Charles, the Duke’s wrestler, here to speak with me? _Den._ So please you, he is here at the door and importunes access to you. _Oli._ Call him in. [_Exit Dennis._] ’Twill be a good way; 85 and to-morrow the wrestling is. _Enter CHARLES._ _Cha._ Good morrow to your worship. _Oli._ Good Monsieur Charles, what’s the new news at the new court?