MIDO. A stone? how should that be, mistress? I am a lad,
And a boy alive, as good as e'er ye had:
And now, in bringing home this kid, I have, I trow,
Tried myself a man and a pretty fellow.
REBECCA. I meant thou shouldest nothing say.
MIDO. One warning is enough; ye bad us so last day.
REBECCA. Well, let me go in, and venison hereof make:
JACOB. And hearest thou, Mido? see that good heed thou take
In any wise to come in my father's sight.
MIDO. Why, he seeth no better at noon than at midnight.
Is he not blind long since, and doth his eyes lack?
Therefore go in, dame, I bear an heavy pack.
REBECCA. I leave you here, Jacob, and heartily you pray
That, when need shall require, you be not far away.
JACOB. I shall be ready, mother, whensoe'er you call.
[Exit Rebecca.