REBECCA. MIDO. JACOB.
REBECCA. I come to see, if Jacob do not return yet,
I cannot marvel enough what should be his let,
And greatly wonder he is away thus long.
I fear much of his absence, lest something be wrong.
As well as heart can wish, all thing is ready here;
And now to me each moment seemeth a whole year.
But hark, methinketh I hear a young kid blea!
It is so indeed; I see Jacob; well is me!
MIDO. Hark, master Jacob, heard ye ever kid blea so?
I ween she knoweth aforehand, whereto she shall go.
JACOB. I would not my father Isaac should hear;
MIDO. Nay, she will scarcely be still when she is dead, I do fear.
JACOB. But lo, I see my mother stand before the tent.
_Enter_ JACOB _and_ MIDO.
REBECCA. O Lord, methinketh long, son Jacob, since thou went.
JACOB. And methinketh, mother, we have hied us well.
MIDO. I have made many feet to follow, I can tell.
REBECCA. Give me thy kid, my son, and now let me alone,
Bring thou in thine, Mido, and see thou be a stone.
MIDO. A stone? how should that be, mistress? I am a lad,
And a boy alive, as good as e'er ye had:
And now, in bringing home this kid, I have, I trow,
Tried myself a man and a pretty fellow.
REBECCA. I meant thou shouldest nothing say.
MIDO. One warning is enough; ye bad us so last day.
REBECCA. Well, let me go in, and venison hereof make:
JACOB. And hearest thou, Mido? see that good heed thou take
In any wise to come in my father's sight.
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