JACOB. Upon your word, mother, I will assay ere long;
Yet it grudgeth my heart to do my brother wrong.
REBECCA. Thou shalt do no wrong, son Jacob, on my peril.
JACOB. Then, by God's leave, once assay I will.
REBECCA. Then farewell, dear son, God's blessing and mine with thee.
JACOB. I will again to the tent. Well you be!
[Exeat Jacob.
REBECCA. Ah, my sweet son Jacob, good fortune God thee send!
The most gentle young man alive, as God me mend!
And the most natural to father and mother:
O, that such a meek spirit were in thy brother;
Or thy sire loved thee, as thou hast merited,
And then should Esau soon be disinherited.
ACTUS PRIMI, SCAENA QUARTA.
ISAAC, the husband. REBECCA, the wife. MIDO, the lad that leadeth blind Isaac.
ISAAC. Where art thou, my boy Mido, when I do thee lack?