MIDO. Who calleth Mido? here, good master Isaac.
ISAAC. Come, lead me forth of doors a little, I thee pray.
MIDO. Lay your hand on my shoulder, and come on this way.
REBECCA. Now, O Lord of heaven, the fountain of all grace,
If it be thy good will, that my will shall take place:
Send success to Jacob, according to thy word,
That his elder brother may serve him as his lord.
MIDO. Sir, whither would ye go, now that abroad ye be?
ISAAC. To wife Rebecca.
MIDO. Yonder I do her see.
REBECCA. Lord, thou knowest Jacob to be thy servant true,
And Esau all froward thy ways to ensue.
MIDO. Yonder she is speaking, whatever she doth say:
By holding up her hands, it seemeth she doth pray.
ISAAC. Where be ye, wife Rebecca? where be ye, woman?