MIDO. Come, master Jacob, ye must make no tarrying,
For I it is that shall be shent, if you be slack,
Here is your son Jacob now, master Isaac.
ISAAC. Son Jacob, make thee ready, as fast [as] thou can,
And in all haste possible get thee unto Laban.
He is thine own uncle, and a right godly man,
Marry of his daughters, and not of Canaan.
In Mesopotamia shalt thou lead thy life.
The Lord prosper thee here without debate or strife;
And the God of Abraham prosper thee in peace;
He multiply thy seed, and make it to increase!
Now kiss me, dear son Jacob, and so go thy way.
REBECCA. Kiss me also, sweet son, and hence without delay.
JACOB. Now, most tender parents, as well with heart and word
I bid you well to fare, and leave you to the Lord.
MIDO. Nay, master Jacob, let me have an hand also.
JACOB. Even with all my heart: farewell, little Mido. [Exit Jacob.
ISAAC. Now will I depart hence into the tent again.
REBECCA. As pleaseth God and you, but I will here remain.