Into the midst of this idyll comes Orlando, flourishing his weapon and declaring, “I almost die for food; and let me have it” (2.7.103). The Duke's response is mild: “Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table” (104). “Speak you so gently?” says Orlando, abashed. “Pardon me, I pray you. / I thought that all things had been savage here” (105–106).
