| ACT II  SCENE III | Before Oliver's house. |  | 
| [Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting] | 
| ORLANDO | Who's there? | 
| ADAM | What, my young master? O, my gentle master! | 
|  | O my sweet master! O you memory | 
|  | Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? | 
|  | Why are you virtuous? why do people love you? | 
|  | And wherefore are you gentle, strong and valiant? | 
|  | Why would you be so fond to overcome | 
|  | The bonny priser of the humorous duke? | 
|  | Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. | 
|  | Know you not, master, to some kind of men | 10 | 
|  | Their graces serve them but as enemies? | 
|  | No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, | 
|  | Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. | 
|  | O, what a world is this, when what is comely | 
|  | Envenoms him that bears it! | 
| ORLANDO | Why, what's the matter? | 
| ADAM | O unhappy youth! | 
|  | Come not within these doors; within this roof | 
|  | The enemy of all your graces lives: | 
|  | Your brother--no, no brother; yet the son-- | 
|  | Yet not the son, I will not call him son | 20 | 
|  | Of him I was about to call his father-- | 
|  | Hath heard your praises, and this night he means | 
|  | To burn the lodging where you use to lie | 
|  | And you within it: if he fail of that, | 
|  | He will have other means to cut you off. | 
|  | I overheard him and his practises. | 
|  | This is no place; this house is but a butchery: | 
|  | Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. | 
| ORLANDO | Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? | 
| ADAM | No matter whither, so you come not here. | 30 | 
| ORLANDO | What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? | 
|  | Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce | 
|  | A thievish living on the common road? | 
|  | This I must do, or know not what to do: | 
|  | Yet this I will not do, do how I can; | 
|  | I rather will subject me to the malice | 
|  | Of a diverted blood and bloody brother. | 
| ADAM | But do not so. I have five hundred crowns, | 
|  | The thrifty hire I saved under your father, | 
|  | Which I did store to be my foster-nurse | 40 | 
|  | When service should in my old limbs lie lame | 
|  | And unregarded age in corners thrown: 
 
 
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|  | Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed, | 
|  | Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, | 
|  | Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold; | 
|  | And all this I give you. Let me be your servant: | 
|  | Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; | 
|  | For in my youth I never did apply | 
|  | Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, | 
|  | Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo | 50 | 
|  | The means of weakness and debility; | 
|  | Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, | 
|  | Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; | 
|  | I'll do the service of a younger man | 
|  | In all your business and necessities. | 
| ORLANDO | O good old man, how well in thee appears | 
|  | The constant service of the antique world, | 
|  | When service sweat for duty, not for meed! | 
|  | Thou art not for the fashion of these times, | 
|  | Where none will sweat but for promotion, | 60 | 
|  | And having that, do choke their service up | 
|  | Even with the having: it is not so with thee. | 
|  | But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree, | 
|  | That cannot so much as a blossom yield | 
|  | In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry | 
|  | But come thy ways; well go along together, | 
|  | And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, | 
|  | We'll light upon some settled low content. | 
| ADAM | Master, go on, and I will follow thee, | 
|  | To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. | 70 | 
|  | From seventeen years till now almost fourscore | 
|  | Here lived I, but now live here no more. | 
|  | At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; | 
|  | But at fourscore it is too late a week: | 
|  | Yet fortune cannot recompense me better | 
|  | Than to die well and not my master's debtor. | 
| [Exeunt] |