1    Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food!
2    Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell,
3    kind master.

4    Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live
5    a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little.
6    If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I
7    will either be food for it or bring it for food to
8    thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers.
9    For my sake be comfortable; hold death awhile at
10   the arm's end: I will here be with thee presently;
11   and if I bring thee not something to eat, I will
12   give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I
13   come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said!
14   thou lookest cheerly, and I'll be with thee quickly.
15   Yet thou liest in the bleak air: come, I will bear
16   thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for
17   lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this
18   desert. Cheerly, good Adam!