Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?

Oliver
Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
Orlando
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.
Adam, coming forward
Sweet masters, be patient. For
your father’s remembrance, be at accord.

You have trained me like a peasant, obscuring
and hiding from me all gentlemanlike qualities.

Oliver, to Orlando
Let me go, I say.
Orlando
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 gentlemanlike
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.
 Orlando releases Oliver.
Oliver
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.
Orlando
I will no further offend you than becomes
me for my good.
Oliver, to Adam
Get you with him, you old dog.
Adam
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.
 Orlando and Adam exit.
Oliver
Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me? I
will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand
crowns neither.