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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744

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


MIDO. Why, he seeth no better at noon than at midnight.
Is he not blind long since, and doth his eyes lack?
Therefore go in, dame, I bear an heavy pack.
REBECCA. I leave you here, Jacob, and heartily you pray
That, when need shall require, you be not far away.
JACOB. I shall be ready, mother, whensoe'er you call.
[_Exit Rebecca_.

ACTUS QUARTI, SCAENA SEPTIMA.
JACOB. MIDO.

JACOB. O, how happy is that same daughter or that son,
Whom the parents love with hearty affection!
And among all others how fortunate am I,
Whom my mother Rebecca tend'reth so greatly?
If it lay in her to do any good, ye see,
She would do her earnest devoir to prefer me.
But as for this matter, which she doth now intend,
Without thy aid, O Lord, how should it come to end?
Nevertheless, forasmuch as my said mother
Worketh upon thy word, O Lord, and none other,
It shall become me to show mine obedience,
And to thy promise, O Lord, to give due credence.
For what is so impossible to man's judgment,
Which thou canst not with a beck perform incontinent?
Therefore thy will, O Lord, be done for evermore.
MIDO. O Jacob, I was never so afeard afore.
JACOB. Why, what new thing is chanced, Mido, I pray thee?
MIDO. Old Isaac, your father, heard your young kid blea.
He asked what it was: I said, a kid.
Who brought it from the fold? I said you did.
For what purpose? forsooth, sir, said I,
There is some matter that Jacob would remedy.


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