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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744

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


In faith, little Mido, I would thou wouldest him seek.
MIDO. Forsooth, Master Isaac, and I knew it where,
It should not be very long ere I would be there.
But shall I at adventure go seek where he is?
ESAU. Seek no farther, Mido: already here he is.
ISAAC. Methinketh, I have Esau his voice perceived.
ESAU. Ye guess truly, father, ye are not deceived.
MIDO. Here he is come now invisible, by my soul:
For I saw him not, till he spake hard at my poll!
ISAAC. Now, go thou in, Mido, let us two here alone.
MIDO. Sir, if ye command me, full quickly I am gone.
ISAAC. Yet, and if I call thee, see thou be not slack.
MIDO. I come at the first call, good Master Isaac.
ISAAC. Son Esau.
ESAU. Here, father.
ISAAC. Is none here but we?
ESAU. None to harken our talk, father, that I do see.
[_Rebecca entereth behind unseen, and listens_.
ISAAC. Son Esau, why hast thou been from me so long?
ESAU. I cry you mercy, father, if I have done wrong.
But I am both to trouble you, having nothing
To present you withal, nor venison to bring.
ISAAC. Son Esau, thou knowest that I do thee love.
ESAU. I thank you for it, father, as doth me behove.
ISAAC. And now thou seest my days draw towards an end.
ESAU. That is to me great ruth, if I could it amend.
ISAAC. I must go the way of all mortal flesh,
Therefore, while my memory and wit is yet fresh,
I would thee endow mine heritage to succeed:
And bless thee, as I ought, to multiply my seed.


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