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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744

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

I warrant the matter all safe from uttering,
I have stopped all mouths fro once muttering.
Therefore, while the time serveth, I thee warn;
To slack, when all things are ready, may do harm.
JACOB. Go before, and I follow: but my cheeks will blush red,
To be seen among our folk thus appareled.

ACTUS QUARTI, SCAENA NONA.
ISAAC. MIDO. JACOB.

ISAAC. Come, Mido, for without thee I can nothing do.
MIDO. What is it, sir, that ye would have my help unto?
ISAAC. Nothing but to sit abroad, and take th' open air.
MIDO. That shall be well done; the weather is very fair.
ISAAC. Praised be the God of my father Abraham,
Who sendeth all thing needful for the use of man,
And most tenderly provideth he for me Isaac,
Better than I can feel or perceive what I lack.
_Enter_ JACOB _disguised_.
JACOB. Where is my most dear father? as I would have it;
Taking the open air, here I see him sit.
O my most dear father Isaac, well thou be!
ISAAC. Here I am, my sweet son, and who art thou, tell me?
JACOB. Dear father, I am Esau, thine eldest son,
According as thou badest me, so have I done.
Come in, dear father, and eat of my venison,
That thy soul may give unto me thy benison.
ISAAC. But how hast thou sped so soon? let me understand.
JACOB. The Lord thy God at the first brought it to my hand,
ISAAC. And art thou Esau, mine elder son indeed?
JACOB. To ask that question, father, what doth it need?
ISAAC.


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