Stanley Wells, Gary Taylor, John Jowett, and William Montgomery (eds), The Oxford Shakespeare: The Complete Works: Original-Spelling Edition

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Enter Orlando and Adam, meeting
671

orlando Who's there?

672

adam What my yong Master, oh my gentle master,

673Oh my sweet master, O you memorie

674Of old Sir Rowland; why, what make you here?

675Why are you vertuous? Why do people loue you?

676And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?

677Why would you be so fond to ouercome

678The bonnie priser of the humorous Duke?

679Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.

680Know you not Master, to some kinde of men,

681Their graces serue them but as enemies,

682No more doe yours: your vertues gentle Master

683Are sanctified and holy traitors to you:

684Oh what a world is this, when what is comely

685Enuenoms him that beares it?

686

orlando Why, what's the matter?

687

adam O vnhappie youth,

688Come not within these doores: within this roofe

689The enemie of all your graces liues,

690Your brother, no, no brother, yet the sonne

691(Yet not the son, I will not call him son)

692Of him I was about to call his Father,

693Hath heard your praises, and this night he meanes,

694To burne the lodging where you vse to lye,

695And you within it: if he faile of that

696He will haue other meanes to cut you off;

697I ouerheard him: and his practises:

698This is no place, this house is but a butcherie;

699Abhorre it, feare it, doe not enter it.

700

orlando Why whether Adam would'st thou haue me go?

701

adam No matter whether, so you come not here.

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orlando What, would'st thou haue me go & beg my food,

703Or with a base and boistrous Sword enforce

704A theeuish liuing on the common rode?

705This I must do, or know not what to do:

706Yet this I will not do, do how I can,

707I rather will subiect me to the malice

708Of a diuerted blood, and bloudie brother.

709

adam But do not so: I haue fiue hundred Crownes,

710The thriftie hire I sau'd vnder your Father,

711Which I did store to be my foster Nurse,

712When seruice should in my old limbs lie lame,

713And vnregarded age in corners throwne,

714Take that, and he that doth the Rauens feede,

715Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow,

716Be comfort to my age: here is the gold,

717All this I giue you, let me be your seruant,

718Though I looke old, yet I am strong and lustie;

719For in my youth I neuer did apply

720Hot, and rebellious liquors in my bloud,

721Nor did not with vnbashfull forehead woe,

722The meanes of weaknesse and debilitie,

723Therefore my age is as a lustie winter,

724Frostie, but kindely; let me goe with you,

725Ile doe the seruice of a yonger man

726In all your businesse and necessities.

727

orlando Oh good old man, how well in thee appeares

728The constant seruice of the antique world,

729When seruice sweats for dutie, not for meede:

730Thou art not for the fashion of these times,

731Where none will sweate, but for promotion,

732And hauing that do choake their seruice vp,

733Euen with the hauing, it is not so with thee:

734But poore old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,

735That cannot so much as a blossome yeelde,

736In lieu of all thy paines and husbandrie,

737But come thy waies, weele goe along together,

738And ere we haue thy youthfull wages spent,

739Weele light vpon some setled low content.

740

adam Master goe on, and I will follow thee

741To the last gaspe with truth and loyaltie,

742From seauenteene yeeres, till now almost fourescore

743Here liued I, but now liue here no more.

744At seauenteene yeeres, many their fortunes seeke

745But at fourescore, it is too late a weeke,

746Yet fortune cannot recompence me better

747Then to die well, and not my Masters debtor. Exeunt

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