Now, sir, what make you here?

Oliver
Now, sir, what make you here?
Orlando
Nothing. I am not taught to make anything.
Oliver
What mar you then, sir?

Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with
them? What prodigal portion have I spent that I
should come to such penury?

Orlando
Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that
which God made, a poor unworthy brother of
yours, with idleness.
Oliver
Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile.
Orlando
Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with
them? What prodigal portion have I spent that I
should come to such penury?
Oliver
Know you where you are, sir?
Orlando
O, sir, very well: here in your orchard.
Oliver
Know you before whom, sir?
Orlando
Ay, better than him 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.