Orlando.
1 noteAs I remember, Adam, it was upon this,
my Father bequeath'd me by Will, but
a poor thousand crowns; and, as thou
say'st, charged my brother on his Blessing
to breed me well; and there begins
my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school,
and report speaks goldenly of his profit; for my part,
he keeps me rustically at home; (or, to speak more
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properly) 2 note
stys me here at home, unkept; for call
you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that
differs not from the stalling of an ox? his horses are
bred better; for besides that they are fair with their
feeding, they are taught their manage, and to that
end riders dearly hired: but I, his brother, gain nothing
under him but growth; for the which his animals
on his dunghills are as much bound to him as I. Besides
this Nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the
Something, that Nature gave me, 3 notehis discountenance
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, tho' yet I know no wise remedy
how to avoid it.
