REBECCA. But the same to do wert not thyself content?
There is no man to blame for it but thine own self.
ESAU. Yea, mother, I see that ye hold with that mopish elf.
It is your dainty darling, your prinkox, your golpol;
He can never be praised enough of your soul;
He must ever be extolled above the moon:
It is never amiss that he hath said or done.
I would he were rocked or dandled in your lap;
Or I would with this falchion I might give him pap.
I marvel why ye should so love him, and me not?
Ye groaned as well for the one as thother, I wot.
But Jacob must be advanced in any wise:
But I shall one day handle him of the new guise.[288]
REBECCA. Both on thy father's blessing and mine, I charge thee,
That thy soul intend never such iniquity;
Beware by the example of Cain, I thee reed,
That thou bring not the Lord's curse upon thy head.
ESAU. And what, should I take all this wrong at Jacob's hand?
REBECCA. Forgive, and the Lord shall prosper thee in the land.
My son Esau, hear me; I am thy mother:
For my sake, let pass this grudge against thy brother.
RAGAN. Sir, your mother's request is but reasonable,
Which for you to grant shall be much commendable.
ESAU. Mother, though it be a great thing that ye require:
Yet must all malice pass at your desire;
And for your cause, mother, this mine anger shall slake.
REBECCA. I thank thee, my son, that thou dost it for my sake.
ESAU. For your sake, with Jacob I will be at accord.
REBECCA. And shall I call thy father to be as record?