REBECCA. I come to see, if Jacob be gone a-field yet;
A little slacking may all our purpose let.
But now that he is gone, he will be here at once,
Therefore I will call my maid Abra for the nonce,
That all thing within may be in a readiness.
Abra, where be ye, Abra?
ABRA. Here within, mistress.
REBECCA. Come forth: when, Abra? what, Abra, I say!
ABRA. Anon.
REBECCA. Must I call so oft? why come ye not by and by?
ABRA. I was washing my vessel forsooth, mistress, I.
REBECCA. And in very deed, look that all your vessels be clean.
ABRA. There is not one foul piece in all our tent, I ween.
REBECCA. Then make a great fire, and make ready your pot,
And see there be plenty of water, cold and hot;
And see the spit be scoured as clean as any pearl.
ABRA. If this be not quickly done, call me naughty girl.