951Adam. Deere Master, I can go no further:

952O I die for food. Heere lie I downe,

953And measure out my graue. Farwel kinde master.

954Orl. Why how now Adam? No greater heart in thee:

955Liue a little, comfort a little, cheere thy selfe a little.

956If this vncouth Forrest yeeld any thing sauage,

957I wil either be food for it, or bring it for foode to thee:

958Thy conceite is neerer death, then thy powers.

959For my sake be comfortable, hold death a while

960At the armes end: I wil heere be with thee presently,

961And if I bring thee not something to eate,

962I wil giue thee leaue to die: but if thou diest

963Before I come, thou art a mocker of my labor.

964Wel said, thou look'st cheerely,

965And Ile be with thee quickly: yet thou liest

966In the bleake aire. Come, I wil beare thee

967To some shelter, and thou shalt not die

968For lacke of a dinner,

969If there liue any thing in this Desert.