Act 2, Scene 3

Before OLIVER'S House.

  1. [Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting.]
  2. Orlando
  3. 613 Who's there?
  4. Adam
  5. 614 What, my young master?—O my gentle master!
  6. 615 O my sweet master! O you memory
  7. 616 Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
  8. 617 Why are you virtuous? why do people love you?
  9. 618 And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
  10. 619 Why would you be so fond to overcome
  11. 620 The bonny prizer of the humorous duke?
  12. 621 Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
  13. 622 Know you not, master, to some kind of men
  14. 623 Their graces serve them but as enemies?
  15. 624 No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
  16. 625 Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
  17. 626 O, what a world is this, when what is comely
  18. 627 Envenoms him that bears it!
  19. Orlando
  20. 628 Why, what's the matter?
  21. Adam
  22. 629 O unhappy youth,
  23. 630 Come not within these doors; within this roof
  24. 631 The enemy of all your graces lives:
  25. 632 Your brother,—no, no brother; yet the son—
  26. 633 Yet not the son; I will not call him son—
  27. 634 Of him I was about to call his father,—
  28. 635 Hath heard your praises; and this night he means
  29. 636 To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
  30. 637 And you within it: if he fail of that,
  31. 638 He will have other means to cut you off;
  32. 639 I overheard him and his practices.
  33. 640 This is no place; this house is but a butchery:
  34. 641 Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
  35. Orlando
  36. 642 Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
  37. Adam
  38. 643 No matter whither, so you come not here.
  39. Orlando
  40. 644 What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food?
  41. 645 Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce
  42. 646 A thievish living on the common road?
  43. 647 This I must do, or know not what to do:
  44. 648 Yet this I will not do, do how I can:
  45. 649 I rather will subject me to the malice
  46. 650 Of a diverted blood and bloody brother.
  47. Adam
  48. 651 But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,
  49. 652 The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
  50. 653 Which I did store to be my foster-nurse,
  51. 654 When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
  52. 655 And unregarded age in corners thrown;
  53. 656 Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed,
  54. 657 Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
  55. 658 Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
  56. 659 All this I give you. Let me be your servant;
  57. 660 Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty:
  58. 661 For in my youth I never did apply
  59. 662 Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
  60. 663 Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
  61. 664 The means of weakness and debility;
  62. 665 Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
  63. 666 Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you;
  64. 667 I'll do the service of a younger man
  65. 668 In all your business and necessities.
  66. Orlando
  67. 669 O good old man; how well in thee appears
  68. 670 The constant service of the antique world,
  69. 671 When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
  70. 672 Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
  71. 673 Where none will sweat but for promotion;
  72. 674 And having that, do choke their service up
  73. 675 Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
  74. 676 But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
  75. 677 That cannot so much as a blossom yield
  76. 678 In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry:
  77. 679 But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
  78. 680 And ere we have thy youthful wages spent
  79. 681 We'll light upon some settled low content.
  80. Adam
  81. 682 Master, go on; and I will follow thee
  82. 683 To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.—
  83. 684 From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
  84. 685 Here lived I, but now live here no more.
  85. 686 At seventeen years many their fortunes seek;
  86. 687 But at fourscore it is too late a week:
  87. 688 Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
  88. 689 Than to die well and not my master's debtor.
  89. [Exeunt.]