Act II, Scene vi: Another part of the Forest.
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| | ADAM: | |
| | Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here | |
| | lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. | |
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| | ORLANDO: | |
| | Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a | |
| | little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth | |
| | forest yield anything savage, I will either be food for it or | |
| | bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy | |
| | powers. For my sake be comfortable: hold death awhile at the | |
| | arm's end: I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring | |
| | thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if | |
| | thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well | |
| | said! thou look'st cheerily: and I'll be with thee quickly.—Yet | |
| | thou liest in the bleak air: come, I will bear thee to some | |
| | shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner if there | |
| | live anything in this desert. Cheerily, good Adam! | |
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