As You Like It

1 Enter Orlando and Adam.
2 ADAM.
3 Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food! Here lie I down
4 and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.
5 ORLANDO.
6 Why, how now, Adam? No greater heart in thee? Live a little, comfort a
7 little, cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield anything
8 savage, I will either be food for it or bring it for food to thee. Thy
9 conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable.
10 Hold death awhile at the arm’s end. I will here be with thee presently,
11 and if I bring thee not something to eat, I’ll give thee leave to die.
12 But if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well
13 said, thou look’st cheerly, and I’ll be with thee quickly. Yet thou
14 liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter and thou
15 shalt not die for lack of a dinner if there live anything in this
16 desert. Cheerly, good Adam!
17 [_Exeunt._]