ESAU. And is he gone indeed to mine uncle Laban,
In Mesopotamia at the town of Haran?
And is Jacob gone to the house of Bethuel?
The whirlwind with him, and flinging fiend of hell!
But I shall meet with him yet one day well enough.
And who is this? my mother? whom I see here now.
RAGAN. She stood here all this while, sir, did ye not her see?
ESAU. Didst thou see her stand here, and wouldest not warn me?
REBECCA. Son Esau, afore God, thou art much to blame,
And to do, as I hear of thee, is a foul shame.
ESAU. Mother, what is it ye heard of me of late?
REBECCA. That thou dost thy brother Jacob deadly hate.
ESAU. Hate Jacob? I hate him, and will do, till I die,
For he hath done me both great wrong and villainy;
And that shall he well know, if the Lord give me life.
REBECCA. Fie upon thee, to speak so, like a lewd caitiff!
RAGAN. My master Esau is of nature much hot,
But he will be better than he saith, fear not.
ESAU. My birthright to sell did he not make me consent?