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 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 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 education: you 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 my fortunes. 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. Get you with him, you old dog. 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. Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? I will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis! Calls your worship? Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to speak with me? So please you, he is here at the door and importunes access to you. Call him in. 'Twill be a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is. Good morrow to your worship. Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new news at the new court? 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. Can you tell if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be banished with her father? O, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together, that she would have followed her exile,