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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744

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


And where has thou been so long, little Mido, quod he,
That all this whole hour thou wert not once with me?
Forsooth (quod I), when I went from you last of all,
You bad me be no more, but be ready at your call.
JACOB. But of the kid's bleaing he did speak no more?
MIDO. No; but, and if he had called me afore,
I must have told him all, or else I must have made a lie,
Which would not have been a good boy's part truly.
But I will to him, and no longer here remain,
Lest he should happen to call for Mido again.
[_Exit Mido_.

ACTUS QUARTI, SCAENA OCTAVA.
JACOB. REBECCA. DEBORAH.

JACOB. I were best also to get me into the tent
That, if my mother need me, I may be present.
But I see her come forth, and nurse Deborah also,
And bring the gear with them, whatsoe'er it shall do.
REBECCA. Where is my son Jacob? I do him now espy.
Come apace, Deborah, I pray thee let us hie,
That all thing were dispatched somewhat to my mind.
DEBORAH. It is happy, that Jacob ready here ye find.
JACOB. Mother, what have ye brought, and what things are those?
REBECCA. Gear that I have prepared to serve our purpose;
And because that Esau is so rough with hair,
I have brought sleeves of kid next to thy skin to wear.
They be made glovelike, and for each finger a stall:
So that thy father's feeling soon beguile they shall.
Then have I brought a collar of rough kid's hair,
Fast unto the skin round about thy neck to wear.


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