Act 2 - Scene 3
Before OLIVER'S house.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting
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?
praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men
serve them but as enemies?
No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors
O, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!
Why, what's the matter?
O unhappy youth!
Come not within these doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives:
brother--no, no brother; yet the son--
Yet not the son, I will not call him son
Of him I was about to call his
Hath heard your praises, and this night he means
To burn the lodging where you use to lie
you within it: if he fail of that,
He will have other means to cut you off.
I overheard him and his practises.
is no place; this house is but a butchery:
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
No matter whither, so you come not here.
What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food?
Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce
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;
rather will subject me to the malice
Of a diverted blood and bloody brother.
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
When service should in my old limbs lie lame
And unregarded age in corners thrown:
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
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
Nor did not with unbashful
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.
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