As You Like It Act 2 Scene 6

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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

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