Wert thou not my brother, I would
not
take this hand from thy throat till this other had pull'd out
thy
tongue for saying so. Thou has rail'd on thyself.
ADAM. [Coming forward] 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
charg'd you in his will to give me good education: you have
train'd 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 no further offend you than becomes me for my good.
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