And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
We’ll light upon some settled low content.
Adam. Master, go on, and I will follow thee,
070 To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
[071] From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
At seventeen years many their fortunes seek;
[074] But at fourscore it is too late a week:
075 Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
Than to die well and not my master’s debtor. [Exeunt.