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As You Like It: Act 2 Scene 6

Scene VI 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 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 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

desert. Cheerly, good Adam!

[Exeunt]