It is the sound of my own footsteps, lonely and unforgiving, that is slowly defeating me, pace by pace. My own brother Oliver the cause of this hasty pilgrimage to the dangerous yet charming forest of Arden. Not a stroke after the noon-toll of yesterday, my old servant Adam, good, faithful Adam, came to inform me of my evil brother's plans.
"...he means to burn the lodging where you use to lie,
And you within it... this house is but a butchery:
"...he means to burn the lodging where you use to lie,
And you within it... this house is but a butchery: