Typical tales of fancy, romance, and history from Shakespeare's plays; in narrative form, largely in Shakespeare's words, with dialogue passages in the original dramatic text . ome nothere. What, wouldst thou have me beg mybread, or with a base sword force a thievish living on the common road ? That Iwill never do. I would rather stay here, subject to my unnatural, bloody brother. Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,The thrifty hire I saved under your father,Which I did store, to be my foster-nurseWhen service should in my old limbs lie lame,And unregarded age in corners
Typical tales of fancy, romance, and history from Shakespeare's plays; in narrative form, largely in Shakespeare's words, with dialogue passages in the original dramatic text . ome nothere. What, wouldst thou have me beg mybread, or with a base sword force a thievish living on the common road ? That Iwill never do. I would rather stay here, subject to my unnatural, bloody brother. Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,The thrifty hire I saved under your father,Which I did store, to be my foster-nurseWhen service should in my old limbs lie lame,And unregarded age in corners that: and He that doth the ravens feed,Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, / Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold :All this I give you. Let me be your servant:Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ;For in my youth I never did applyHot and rebellious liquors in my blood;Therefore my age is as a lusty winter*Frosty, but kindly. Let me go with you:I 11 do the service of a younger manIn all your business and necessities. O good old man, how different is thy faithful service from that of those whoonly serve for their own selfish ends ! exclaimed Orlando; —. 102 SHAKESPEARE FOR THE YOUNG FOLK. But, poor old man, thou prunst a rotten tree,That cannot so much as a blossom yield,In lieu of 1 all thy pains and come thy ways: we 11 go along together,And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,We 11 light upon some settled low content. Adam. Master, go on, and I will follow theeTo the last gasp with truth and seventeen years, till now almost fourscore,Here lived I, but now live here no more. Then Orlando and Adam set forth together, the old man leaning on the youngone, who carried his bundle, and cheered and comforted him, as they went out intothe world to seek their fortune. 1 In return for.
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