Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Orl. Why how now Adam? No greater heart in thee:
Orl. Liue a little, comfort a little, cheere thy selfe a little.
Orl. If this vncouth Forrest yeeld any thing sauage,
Orl. I wil either be food for it, or bring it for foode to thee:
Orl. Thy conceite is neerer death, then thy powers.
Orl. For my sake be comfortable, hold death a while
Orl. At the armes end: I wil heere be with thee presently,
Orl. And if I bring thee not something to eate,
Orl. I wil giue thee leaue to die: but if thou diest
Orl. Before I come, thou art a mocker of my labor.
Orl. Wel said, thou look'st cheerely,
Orl. And Ile be with thee quickly: yet thou liest
Orl. In the bleake aire. Come, I wil beare thee
Orl. To some shelter, and thou shalt not die
Orl. For lacke of a dinner,
Orl. If there liue any thing in this Desert.
Orl. Cheerely good Adam.
Orl. Exeunt
Orl. Scena
Orl. As you like it.