Another Part of the Forest.
 Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

Adam	Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food! Here I 
	lie 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.
