O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.
Know you before whom, sir?
Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know
you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle
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.
Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir
Rowland de Boys; he was my father, and he is thrice
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 railed on thyself.
Sweet masters, be patient: for your father's
remembrance, be at accord.
Let me go, I say.
I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. My
father charged you in his will to give me good
have trained 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
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.
I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good.
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