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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 fervitude. I will no longer endure it, tho' yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
Oli. Now, Sir, what make you here?
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.
Orla. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them ? what Prodigal's portion have I spent, that I fhould come to such penury?
Oli. Know you where you are, 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 courtesie 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 reve-, rence.
Oli. What, boy!
Orla. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain ?