In the forest, Orlando and Adam are starving, particularly Adam.
“I don’t care,” says Adam, Orlando’s aged servant. “I’ll just die.” Orlando doesn’t agree with this. Adam has taken care of him for years, and it’s time for Orlando to reciprocate. He finds a soft, mossy mound under a tree and carefully lays Adam’s old body where it will be least uncomfortable.
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