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As You Like It: Act 2, Scene 3

As You Like It
Act 2, Scene 3

Before Oliver’s house.

  1. Enter Orlando and Adam, meeting.

Orlando

2
  1. Who’s there?

Adam

3 - 16
  1. What, my young master? O my gentle master,
  2. O my sweet master, O you memory
  3. Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what make you here?
  4. Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
  5. And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
  6. Why would you be so fond to overcome
  7. The bonny priser of the humorous Duke?
  8. Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
  9. Know you not, master, to some kind of men
  10. Their graces serve them but as enemies?
  11. No more do yours. Your virtues, gentle master,
  12. Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
  13. O, what a world is this, when what is comely
  14. Envenoms him that bears it!

Orlando

17
  1. Why, what’s the matter?

Adam

18 - 30
  1.                         O unhappy youth,
  2. Come not within these doors! Within this roof
  3. The enemy of all your graces lives.
  4. Your brotherno, no brother, yet the son
  5. (Yet not the son, I will not call him son)
  6. Of him I was about to call his father
  7. Hath heard your praises, and this night he means
  8. To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
  9. And you within it. If he fail of that,
  10. He will have other means to cut you off;
  11. I overheard him, and his practices.
  12. This is no place, this house is but a butchery;
  13. Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Orlando

31
  1. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?

Adam

32
  1. No matter whither, so you come not here.

Orlando

33 - 39
  1. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food?
  2. Or with a base and boist’rous sword enforce
  3. A thievish living on the common road?
  4. This I must do, or know not what to do;
  5. Yet this I will not do, do how I can.
  6. I rather will subject me to the malice
  7. Of a diverted blood and bloody brother.

Adam

40 - 57
  1. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,
  2. The thrifty hire I sav’d under your father,
  3. Which I did store to be my foster-nurse,
  4. When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
  5. And unregarded age in corners thrown.
  6. Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed,
  7. Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
  8. Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold,
  9. All this I give you, let me be your servant.
  10. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
  11. For in my youth I never did apply
  12. Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
  13. Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
  14. The means of weakness and debility;
  15. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
  16. Frosty, but kindly. Let me go with you,
  17. I’ll do the service of a younger man
  18. In all your business and necessities.

Orlando

58 - 70
  1. O good old man, how well in thee appears
  2. The constant service of the antique world,
  3. When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
  4. Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
  5. Where none will sweat but for promotion,
  6. And having that do choke their service up
  7. Even with the having. It is not so with thee.
  8. But, poor old man, thou prun’st a rotten tree,
  9. That cannot so much as a blossom yield
  10. In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.
  11. But come thy ways, we’ll go along together,
  12. And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
  13. We’ll light upon some settled low content.

Adam

71 - 78
  1. Master, go on, and I will follow thee
  2. To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
  3. From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
  4. Here lived I, but now live here no more.
  5. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek,
  6. But at fourscore it is too late a week;
  7. Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
  8. Than to die well, and not my master’s debtor.
  1. Exeunt.
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