Dear master, I can go no further. 952Oh, I die for food! Here lie I down, 953and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.

Why, how now, Adam? No greater heart in thee? 955Live a little, comfort a little, cheer thyself a little. 956If this uncouth forest yield anything savage, 957I will either be food for it or bring it for food to thee. 958Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. 959For my sake be comfortable; hold death awhile 960at the arm's end. I will here be with thee presently, 961and if I bring thee not something to eat, 962I will give thee leave to die; but if thou diest 963before I come, thou art a mocker of my labor. 964Well said! Thou look'st cheerly, 965and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou liest 966in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee 967to some shelter; and thou shalt not die 968for lack of a dinner, 969if there live anything in this desert.

970Cheerly, good Adam!