The forest
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.
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 will give thee leave to die; but if
thou
diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well
said!
thou look'st 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
anything in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! Exeunt