ESAU. Yes, and if thou canst my brother Jacob intreat.
JACOB. God grant I have enough for Esau alone.
RAGAN. Why then I perceive poor Ragan shall have none.
[Esau, entering into Jacob's tent, shaketh Ragan off.
Well, much good do it you with your pottage of rice:
I would fast and fare ill, ere I ate of that price.
Would I sell my birthright, being an eldest son?
Forsooth then were it a fair thread that I had spun.
And then to let it go for a mess of pottage!
What is that but both unthriftiness and dotage?
Alack, alack, good blessed father Isaac,
That ever son of thine should play such a lewd knack!
And yet I do not think but God this thing hath wrought,
For Jacob is as good, as Esau is nought.
But forth cometh Mido, as fast as he can trot:
For a cicle, whether to call me in or not?
ACTUS SECUNDI, SCAENA TERTIA.
MIDO, the boy. RAGAN.
[Mido cometh in clapping his hands and laughing.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Now who saw e'er such another as Esau?
By my truth, I will not lie to thee, Ragan,
Since I was born, I never see any man
So greedily eat rice out of a pot or pan.
He would not have a dish, but take the pot and sup.
Ye never saw hungry dog so stab[263] potage up.
RAGAN. Why, how did he sup it? I pray thee, tell me, how?