REBECCA. Nay, soft, whither away? I have not yet all done.
ABRA. I thought ye would have had me as quick to be gone,
As when ye call Abra, ye would have me to come.
REBECCA. Then see ye have made ready cloves, mace, and cinnamon:
Pepper and saffron; then fet herbs for the pot;
ABRA. We will have the best that by me can be got.
REBECCA. And let no foul corner be about all the tent.
ABRA. If ye find any fault, hardly let me be shent.
Is there anything else but that I may go now?
REBECCA. Nought but that, when I come, I find no fault in you.
ABRA. No, I warrant you, I will not let my matters sleep.
REBECCA. Any good wench will at her dame's bidding take keep.
Now, God of Abraham, as I trust in thy grace,
Send Jacob the blessing in Esau his place.
As thou hast ordained, right so must all thing be:
Perform thine own words, Lord, which thou spakest to me.
Now will I go in to see, that mine old husband
May of my secret working nothing understand.
Or in case he smell what we have thus far begun,
He may think it all for Esau to be done.