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scæna septima.
Iacob. Mido.O how happy is that same daughter or that sonne,
Whome the parentes loue with harty affection.
And among all others howe fortunate am I,
Whome my mother Rebecca tendreth so greatly?
If it lay in her to do any good ye see,
She would do her earnest deuoire to preferre me.
But as for this matter which she doth now intende,
Without thy aide O Lorde, howe should it come to ende.
Neuerthelesse forasmuche as my said mother,
Worketh vpon thy worde O Lorde, and none other,
It shall become me to shewe mine obedience,
And to thy promise O Lorde, to giue due credence.
For what is so possible to mans iudgement,
Which thou canst not with a beck performe incontinent?
Therfore thy will O Lord, be done for euermore.
Mido.
Oh Iacob, I was neuer so afearde afore.
Iacob.
Why what newe thing is chaunced Mido, I pray thee?
Mido.
Old Isaac your father, hearde your yong kidde blea.
He asked what it was, and I said, a kidde.
Who brought it from the folde, I said you did.
For what purpose? forsoth syr saide I,
There is some matter that Iacob would remedy:
And where hast thou ben so long litle Mido, quod he,
That all this whole houre thou wert not once with me?
Forsooth (quod I) when I went from you last of all,
You bade me be no more but be ready at your call.
Iacob.
But of the kiddes bleayng he did speake no more.
Mido.
No, but and if he had called me afore,
I must haue told him al, or els I must haue made a lye,
Which woulde not haue bene a good boyes part truely.
But I will to him, and no longer here remaine,
Lest he should happen to call for Mido againe.
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