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 reverence.
OLIVER. What, boy! [Strikes him]
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.
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