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scæna vndecima.
Isaac. Iacob.Isaac.
Set me down on the bench where thou didst me first find:
Now forsooth I haue eate meate euen to my minde.
It hath refreshed my soule wonderfully well.
Nor neuer dranke I better wine that I can tell.
Iacob.
If it were to your liking I am very glad.
It was the best meat and wine that euer I had.
Come kysse me sonne Esau with the kysse of peace,
Iacob kisseth Isaac: and thē kneleth down to haue his blessing.
That my loue towardes thee may the more increace.
I blesse thee here for euer my sonne in this place,
The Lorde my God of might endue thee with his grace.
What swete flauour my sonnes raiment dooth yelde,
Euen the fragrant smell that commeth from a fielde.
Which the Lord hath blessed, and the same lord blesse thee:
With the dewe of heauen, the Lorde thy ground encrease
That the fatnesse of the earth may neuer cease.
The Lorde send thee abundaunce of corne and wine,
And prosper continually all thing that is thine.
The Lord make great people seruants vnto thee:
And nations to do homage and fealty.
And here to succede my place, mine heyre I thee make,
Of all things that I haue, possession to take.
Lord and ruler be thou ouer thy brethern all,
And bowe to thee as head, thy mothers children shall.
Cursed be that man that shall thee curse or missay:
And who that blesseth thee, blessed be he for aye.
Thus here haue I made my last will and testament,
Which the Lord God ratifie neuer to repent.
Serue the Lord our God, and then wel shalt thou speede,
And he shall kepe promise to multiply thy seede.
My day draweth on, for olde and feeble I am.
When I dye, put me to my father Abraham.
Now kisse me once again my sonne, and then depart,
And enter vpon all, wherof now Lorde thou art.
Iacob.
The Lord God reward your fatherly tendernesse.
Which ye haue here shewed me of your mere goodnesse.
Isaac.
Go in peace my dere sonne, leauing me here alone:
And send litle Mido to leade me in anone.
Exeat Iacob.
Lord God when thou shalt see time as thou thinkest best,
Dissolue this feeble carkesse, and take me to thy reste.
Mido.
How do ye maister Isaac? I am here now.
For my maister Iacob did bid me come to you.
Nay boye, it was not Iacob, I dare well say so.
Mido.
Forsooth it was Iacob, if my name be Mido.
Isaac.
If that be a true tale, some body is come slacke,
But lord that I haue done, I will not now call backe.
But yet I will go see if I be deceiued:
For in deede me thought Iacobs voyce I perceiued.
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