Orlando : Stop and eat no more.
Duke Senior : What do you want young man?
Orlando : ‘Food’, sir. I am almost dying of hunger.
Duke Senior : Sit, and dine with us.
Orlando : No, sir, I cannot dine with you.
Duke Senior: : And, why, may I ask?
Orlando : My old servant is in the wood, dying of hunger. I will not eat a bite until he has been fed.
Duke Senior : We will come with you and bring you servant here so you can both eat. Now, can you tell me who you are young man?
Orlando : I am Orlando, son of Sir Rowland de Boys.
Duke Senior : Welcome my boy, your dad and I were the best of friends, come and be my guest in my humble dwelling place.
Orlando : Thank you, Sir! I will be happy to live with you and your family.
Duke Senior : Is it that you are carving on those trees?
Orlando : Yes of course sir, Trees are my books on which I write poems about my lady love.
Duke Senior : I am sure, that one day you will be awarded for your love and affection.