the famous wrestler?  Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.”  Orlando, wondering what all this meant, asked him what was the matter? and then the old man told him how his wicked brother, envying the love all people bore him, and now hearing the fame he had gained by his victory in the duke’s palace, intended to destroy him, by setting fire to his chamber that night; and in conclusion, advised him to escape the danger he was in by instant flight:  and knowing Orlando had no money, Adam (for that was the good old man’s name) had brought out with him his own little hoard, and he said, “I have five hundred crowns, the thrifty hire I saved under your father, and laid by to be provision for me when my old limbs should become unfit for service; take that, and he that doth the ravens feed be comfort to my age!  Here is the gold; all this I give to you:  let me be your servant; though I look old, I will do the service of a younger man in all your business and necessities.”  “O good old man!” said Orlando, “how well appears in you the constant service of the old world?  You are not for the fashion of these times.  We will go along together, and before your youthful wages are spent I shall light upon some means for both our maintenance.”

Together then this faithful servant and his loved master set out; and Orlando and Adam travelled on, uncertain what course to pursue, till they came to the forest of Arden, and there they found themselves in the same distress for want of food, that Ganimed and Aliena had been.  They wandered on, seeking some human habitation, till they were almost spent with hunger and fatigue.  Adam at last said, “O my dear master, I die for want of food, I can go no farther!” He then laid himself down, thinking to make that place his grave, and bade his dear master farewel.  Orlando, seeing him in this weak state, took his old servant up in his arms, and carried him under the shelter of some pleasant trees, and he said to him, “Cheerly, old Adam, rest your weary limbs here a while, and do not talk of dying!”

Orlando then searched about to find some food, and he happened to arrive at that part of the forest where the duke was; and he and his friends were just going to eat their dinner, this royal duke being seated on the grass, under no other canopy than the shady covert of some large trees.

Orlando, whom hunger had made desperate, drew his sword, intending to take their meat by force, and said, “Forbear, and eat no more; I must have your food!” The duke asked him, if distress had made him so bold, or if he were a rude despiser of good manners?  On this Orlando said, he was dying with hunger; and then the duke told him he was welcome to sit down and eat with them.  Orlando, hearing him speak so gently, put up his sword, and blushed with shame at the rude manner in which he had demanded their food.  “Pardon me, I pray you,” said he:  “I thought that all things had been savage here, and therefore I put on the countenance