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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744

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


Serve the Lord our God, and then well shalt thou speed,
And he shall keep promise to multiply thy seed.
My day draweth on, for old and feeble I am.
When I die, put me to my father Abraham.
Now kiss me once again, my son, and then depart,
And enter upon all, whereof now lord thou art.
JACOB. The Lord God reward your fatherly tenderness,
Which ye have here showed me of your mere goodness.
ISAAC. Go in peace, my dear son, leaving me here alone:
And send little Mido to lead me in anon.
[_Exeat Jacob_.
Lord God, when thou shalt see time, as thou thinkest best,
Dissolve this feeble carcase, and take me to thy rest.
_Enter_ MIDO.
MIDO. How do ye, master Isaac? I am here now.
For my master Jacob did bid me come to you.
ISAAC. Nay, boy, it was not Jacob, I dare well say so.
MIDO. Forsooth, it was Jacob, if my name be Mido.
ISAAC. If that be a true tale, somebody is come slack,
But, Lord, that I have done I will not now call back.
But yet I will go see, if I be deceived:
For indeed methought Jacob's voice I perceived.
[_Exeunt_.

ACTUS QUARTI, SCAENA DUODECIMA.
REBECCA.

[_Then she speaketh kneeling, and holding up her hands_.
REBECCA. O Lord, the God of Isaac and Abraham,
I render thanks to thee, though a sinful woman,
Because of thy word and promise true art thou,
In sending Jacob the blessing of Esau;
And for thus regarding a sinner, as I am,
I eftsoons thank thee, O Lord God of Abraham.


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