_Enter_ ORLANDO _and_ ADAM.
_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.
_Orl._ Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee?
Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this 5
uncouth forest yield any thing 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 will give 10
thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, thou art
a mocker of my labour. Well said! thou lookest cheerly,
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 any thing in this 15
desert. Cheerly, good Adam! [_Exeunt._
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Linenotes: _As You Like It_, II, 6.
1–3: Printed as three verses ending _further...downe...master_ in
Ff. First as prose by Pope.
1: _I die_] _I die, I die_ S. Walker conj., making three lines
ending _O...down...master._
4–16: Printed as seventeen lines in Ff. First as prose by Pope.
5: _comfort_] _comfort thee_ Anon. conj.
8: _comfortable_] _comforted_ Collier MS. (Caldecott).
9: _here be_] _be here_ Rowe.
10: _I will_] _I’ll_ Pope.
12: _cheerly_] F4. _cheerely_ F1 F2 F3. _cheerily_ Reed.
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