Adam.

Yonder comes my master, your brother.

Orla.

Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up.

Oli.

Now, Sir, what make ye here?

Orla.

Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.

Oli.

What mar ye then, Sir?

Orla.

Marry, Sir, I am helping you to mar That which God made; a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.

Oli.

Marry, Sir, be better employ'd, and be nought a while.^{4 note}

Orla.

Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? what Prodigal's portion have I spent, that I should come to such penury?

Oli.

Know you where you are, Sir?

Orla.

O, Sir, very well; here in your Orchard.

Oli.

Know you before whom, Sir?

Orla.

Ay, better than he, 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.^{5 note}

Oli.

What, boy!

Orla.

Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.

Oli.

Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?

Orla.

I am no villain:^{6 note} 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. Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy throat, 'till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so; thou hast rail'd on thyself.

Adam.

Sweet masters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord.

Oli.

Let me go, I say.

Orla.

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 up 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.

Oli.

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.

Orla.

I will no further offend you, than becomes me for my good.

Oli.

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.