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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744

"A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2"


ESAU. Nay there is no remedy but bide it--there is twain.
[_Gives him another jerk_.
RAGAN. O, ye rent my cheverel; let me be past my pain.
ESAU. Take heed of hunting terms fro henceforth!--there is three.
[_Jerks him again_.
RAGAN. Whoop! now a mischief on all moping fools for me!
Jacob shall keep the tents ten year for Ragan,
Ere I move again that he hunt with Esau.
ESAU. Come on, now let us go. God send us game and luck,
And if my hand serve me well--
RAGAN (_aside_). Ye will kill a duck.
[_Exeant ambo_.

ACTUS PRIMI, SCAENA SECUNDA.
HANAN, ZETHAR, _two of Isaac's neighbours_.

HANAN. Ah, sir, I see I am an early man this morn,
I am once more beguil'd with Esau his horn.
But there is no such stirrer as Esau is:
He is up day by day, before the crow piss:
Then maketh he with his horn such toohing and blowing,
And with his wide throat such shouting and hallooing,
That no neighbour shall in his tent take any rest,
From Esau addresseth him to the forest.
So that he maketh us, whether we will or no,
Better husbands than we would be, abroad to go
Each of us about our business and our wark.
But whom do I see yonder coming in the dark?
It is my neighbour Zethar, I perceive him now.
ZETHAR. What, neighbour Hanan, well met, good morrow to you.


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