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] |