As You Like It: Act 2, Scene 6
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.
1Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for
2food! Here lie I down, and measure out my
3grave. Farewell, kind master.
4Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee?
5Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little.
6If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I
7will either be food for it or bring it for food to
8thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers.
9For my sake be comfortable; hold death awhile at
10the arm's end: I will here be with thee presently;
11and if I bring thee not something to eat, I will
12give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I
13come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said!
14thou lookest cheerly, and I'll be with thee quickly.
15Yet thou liest in the bleak air: come, I will bear
16thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for
17lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this
18desert. Cheerly, good Adam!