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Adam.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee

To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.

From [seventeen] years till now almost fourscore

Here lived I, but now live here no more.

At seventeen years many their fortunes seek,

But at fourscore it is too late a week;

Yet fortune cannot recompense me better

Than to die well, and not my master’s debtor.

Exeunt.

¶

Enter Rosalind for Ganymed, Celia for Aliena, and Clown, alias Touchstone.

Ros. O Jupiter, how [weary] are my spirits!

Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.

Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat; therefore courage, good Aliena.

Cel. I pray you bear with me, I cannot go no further.

Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.