Page 1893 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

ACT I IT

Scene I IT

Enter Orlando and Adam.

ORLANDO
As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will but
poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou sayst, charged my brother on his
blessing to breed me well; and there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques

he keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly [5] of his profit: for my part,
he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more properly, stays me here at
home unkept; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that
differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses are bred better; for besides
that they are fair with [10] their feeding, they are taught their manage, and

to that end riders dearly hired: but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but
growth, for the which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him
as I. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the something [15]

that nature gave me his countenance seems to take from me. He lets me
feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and, as much as in him
lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me,
and the spirit of my father, which I think is within me, begins [20] to mutiny
against this servitude. I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise

remedy how to avoid it.

ADAM
Yonder comes my master, your brother.

Enter Oliver.

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