When service should in my old limbs lie lame And unregarded age in corners thrown : Take 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. As You Like it: With Introduction & Notes - 第 24 頁William Shakespeare 著 - 1891 - 164 頁完整檢視
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...hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, Which I did store to be my foster-nurse When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. (II.iii.38-42) Adam's loyalty and utter selflessness — his uncomplaining acknowledgment that the...