Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me,
the
something 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 to mutiny
against
this servitude. I will no longer endure it, though yet I know
no
wise remedy how to avoid it.
Enter OLIVER
ADAM. Yonder comes my master, your brother.
ORLANDO. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake
me
up. [ADAM retires]
OLIVER. Now, sir! what make you here?
ORLANDO. Nothing; I am not taught to make any thing.
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, with idleness.
OLIVER. Marry, sir, be better employed, and be nought awhile.
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