OLIVER. 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 would not have
spoke
such a word.
Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM
OLIVER. 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
DENNIS. Calls your worship?
OLIVER. not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here to speak with
me?
DENNIS. So please you, he is here at the door and importunes
access
to you.
OLIVER. Call him in. [Exit DENNIS] 'Twill be a good way; and
to-morrow the wrestling is.
Enter CHARLES
CHARLES. Good morrow to your worship.
OLIVER. Good Monsieur Charles! What's the new news at the new
court?
CHARLES. There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news;
that
is, the old Duke is banished by his younger brother the new
Duke;
and three or four loving lords have put themselves into
voluntary
exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich the new Duke;
therefore he gives them good leave to wander.
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