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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744

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


RAGAN. Now to go, Mido, ere thou art caught in a trip.
[_Exit_ MIDO.
ESAU. Nay, for his sake, Abra, ye shall drink of the whip.
ABRA. Nay, for God's love, good sweet master Esau,
Hurt not me for Mido: speak for me, Ragan.
RAGAN. Sir, spare little Abra, she hath done none evil.
ESAU. A little fiend it is, and will be a right devil,
And she is one of them that love not me a deal.
ABRA. If ye let me go, I will love you very well.
ESAU. And never any more ado against me make?
ABRA. Ragan shall be surety.
RAGAN. Sir, I undertake.
ESAU. Then hence, out of my sight at once, and get thee in.
ABRA. Adieu, I set not a straw by you nor a pin.
ESAU. What sayest thou, thou fib? once ye shall have a rap.
RAGAN. The best end of suretyship is to get a clap. [_Aside_.
ESAU. Now, come on, thou old hag, what shall I say to thee?
DEBORAH. Say what ye lust, so ye do not touch me.
ESAU. Yes, and make powder of thee, for I dare say thou
Hast been the cause of all this feast to Esau.
DEBORAH. No, it was Jacob's feast that I did help to dress.
ESAU. Nay, I thought such a witch would do such business.
DEBORAH.[285] But, by my truth, if I should die incontinent,
I knew not of the purpose, wherefore it was meant.
ESAU. But wilt thou tell me truth, if I do forgive thee?
DEBORAH. Yea, if I can, Master Esau, believe me.


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