As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 6

Adam

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

Dear master, I can go no farther. Oh, I'm dying of hunger! I'll lie down here and mark out my grave with my body. Goodbye, kind master.

Orlando

Why, how now, Adam? No greater heart in thee? Live a little, comfort a little, cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield anything savage, I will either be food for it or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable. Hold death awhile at the arm’s end. I will here be with thee presently, and if I bring thee not something to eat, I’ll give thee leave to die. But if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said, thou look’st cheerly, and I’ll be with thee quickly. Yet thou liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner if there live anything in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam!

What's wrong, Adam? Have you no more courage than this? Hold on a little, take a little comfort, cheer yourself up a little. If this strange forest has any wild animal in it, I will either become its food or bring it back for you to eat. Your imagination is closer to death than your strength is. For my sake, take heart. Keep death at arm's length a little longer. I'll be back here with you soon, and if I don't bring you something to eat, I'll give you permission to die. But if you die before I return, you will make a mockery of my efforts. That's better; you look more cheerful, and I'll be back with you quickly. But you're lying out in the cold air. Come, I'll carry you to some shelter. You won't die for lack of a dinner if anything lives in this wilderness. Cheer up, good Adam!