Lord God, when thou shalt see time, as thou thinkest best,
Dissolve this feeble carcase, and take me to thy rest.
Enter MIDO.
MIDO. How do ye, master Isaac? I am here now.
For my master Jacob did bid me come to you.
ISAAC. Nay, boy, it was not Jacob, I dare well say so.
MIDO. Forsooth, it was Jacob, if my name be Mido.
ISAAC. If that be a true tale, somebody is come slack,
But, Lord, that I have done I will not now call back.
But yet I will go see, if I be deceived:
For indeed methought Jacob's voice I perceived.
[Exeunt.
ACTUS QUARTI, SCAENA DUODECIMA.
REBECCA.
[Then she speaketh kneeling, and holding up her hands.