ISAAC. Nothing but to sit abroad, and take th' open air.
MIDO. That shall be well done; the weather is very fair.
ISAAC. Praised be the God of my father Abraham,
Who sendeth all thing needful for the use of man,
And most tenderly provideth he for me Isaac,
Better than I can feel or perceive what I lack.
Enter JACOB disguised.
JACOB. Where is my most dear father? as I would have it;
Taking the open air, here I see him sit.
O my most dear father Isaac, well thou be!
ISAAC. Here I am, my sweet son, and who art thou, tell me?
JACOB. Dear father, I am Esau, thine eldest son,
According as thou badest me, so have I done.
Come in, dear father, and eat of my venison,
That thy soul may give unto me thy benison.
ISAAC. But how hast thou sped so soon? let me understand.
JACOB. The Lord thy God at the first brought it to my hand,
ISAAC. And art thou Esau, mine elder son indeed?