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!