Who's there?
What, my young master? Oh, my gentle master!
2.3.3706Oh, my sweet master, oh, you memory
2.3.4707Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what make you here?
2.3.5708Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
2.3.6709And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
2.3.7710Why would you be so fond to overcome
2.3.8711The bonny prizer of the humorous Duke?
2.3.9712Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
2.3.10713Know you not, master, to some kind of men
2.3.11714Their graces serve them but as enemies?
2.3.12715No more do yours. Your virtues, gentle master,
2.3.13716Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
2.3.14717Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Why, what's the matter?
Why, what's the matter? O unhappy youth,
2.3.17721Come not within these doors! Within this roof
2.3.19723Your brother -- no, no brother; yet the son --
2.3.20724Yet not the son; I will not call him son
2.3.21725Of him I was about to call his father --
2.3.22726Hath heard your praises, and this night he means
2.3.23727To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
2.3.24728And you within it. If he fail of that,
2.3.25729He will have other means to cut you off.
2.3.27731This is no place; this house is but a butchery.
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,
2.3.32736Or with a base and boist'rous sword enforce
2.3.33737A thievish living on the common road?
2.3.34738This I must do, or know not what to do;
2.3.35739Yet this I will not do, do how I can.
2.3.36740I rather will subject me to the malice
2.3.37741Of a diverted blood and bloody brother.
But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,
2.3.39743The thrifty hire I saved under your father,
2.3.40744Which I did store to be my foster nurse
2.3.41745When service should in my old limbs lie lame
2.3.42746And unregarded age in corners thrown.
2.3.43747Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed,
2.3.44748Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
2.3.45749Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
[Offering money]
2.3.46750All this I give you. Let me be your servant.
2.3.47751Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty,
2.3.49753Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
2.3.50754Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
2.3.52756Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
2.3.53757Frosty, but kindly. Let me go with you;
2.3.54758I'll do the service of a younger man
2.3.55759In all your business and necessities.
Oh, good old man, how well in thee appears
2.3.57761The constant service of the antique world,
2.3.58762When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
2.3.59763Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
2.3.60764Where none will sweat but for promotion,
2.3.61765And having that do choke their service up
2.3.62766Even with the having. It is not so with thee.
2.3.63767But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree
2.3.64768That cannot so much as a blossom yield
2.3.65769In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.
2.3.66770But come thy ways. We'll go along together,
2.3.67771And ere we have thy youthful wages spent
2.3.68772We'll light upon some settled low content.
Master, go on, and I will follow thee
2.3.70774To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
2.3.71775From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
2.3.72776Here livèd I, but now live here no more.
2.3.73777At seventeen years many their fortunes seek,
2.3.74778But at fourscore it is too late a week;
2.3.75779Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
2.3.76780Than to die well and not my master's debtor.
Exeunt.