MIDO. Ye will none now, Jacob.
RAGAN. I cannot for you, Jacob.
MIDO. I will eat all, Jacob.
RAGAN. The devil go with all, Jacob.
MIDO. Thou art a good son, Jacob.
RAGAN. And would he never have done, Jacob?
MIDO. No, but still coggl'd[264] in, like Jackdaw that cries ka bob!
That to be kill'd I could not laughing forbear:
And therefore I came out, I durst not abide there.
RAGAN. Is there any pottage left for me, that thou wot?
MIDO. No, I left Esau about to lick the pot.
RAGAN. Lick, quod thou? now a shame take him that can all lick.