Well, much good do it you with your pottage of rice: I would fast and fare ill, ere I ate of that price. Would I sell my birthright, being an eldest son? Forsooth then were it a fair thread that I had spun. And then to let it go for a mess of pottage! What is that but both unthriftiness and dotage? Alack, alack, good blessed father Isaac, That ever son of thine should play such a lewd knack! And yet I do not think but God this thing hath wrought, For Jacob is as good, as Esau is nought. But forth cometh Mido, as fast as he can trot: For a cicle, whether to call me in or not? ACTUS SECUNDI, SCAENA TERTIA. MIDO, _the boy_. RAGAN. [_Mido cometh in clapping his hands and laughing_. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Now who saw e'er such another as Esau? By my truth, I will not lie to thee, Ragan, Since I was born, I never see any man So greedily eat rice out of a pot or pan. He would not have a dish, but take the pot and sup. Ye never saw hungry dog so stab[263] potage up. RAGAN. Why, how did he sup it? I pray thee, tell me, how? MIDO. Marry, even thus, as thou shalt see me do now. [_Here he counterfeiteth supping out of the pot_. O, I thank you, Jacob: with all my heart, Jacob. Gently done, Jacob: a friendly part, Jacob! I can sup so, Jacob! Yea, then will I sup too, Jacob. Here is good meat, Jacob! RAGAN. As ere was eat, Jacob! MIDO. As e'er I saw, Jacob! RAGAN. Esau a daw, Jacob! MIDO. Sweet rice pottage, Jacob! RAGAN. By Esau's dotage, Jacob. MIDO. Jolly good cheer, Jacob! RAGAN. But bought full dear, Jacob! MIDO. I was hungry, Jacob. RAGAN. I was an unthrift, Jacob. MIDO. Ye will none now, Jacob. RAGAN. I cannot for you, Jacob. MIDO. I will eat all, Jacob. RAGAN. The devil go with all, Jacob. MIDO. Thou art a good son, Jacob. RAGAN. And would he never have done, Jacob? MIDO. No, but still coggl'd[264] in, like Jackdaw that cries _ka bob_! That to be kill'd I could not laughing forbear: And therefore I came out, I durst not abide there. RAGAN. Is there any pottage left for me, that thou wot? MIDO. No, I left Esau about to lick the pot. RAGAN. Lick, quod thou? now a shame take him that can all lick. MIDO. The pot shall need no washing, he will it so lick; And by this he is sitting down to bread and drink. RAGAN. And shall I have no part with him, dost thou think? MIDO. No, for he pray'd Jacob, ere he did begin, To shut the tent fast, that no mo guests come in. RAGAN. And made he no mention of me his servant? MIDO. He said thou were a knave, and bad thee hence avaunt: Go shift, where thou couldest, thou gottest nothing there. RAGAN. God yield you, Esau, with all my stomach cheer![265] MIDO. I must in again, lest perhaps I be shent, For I asked noboby licence, when I went. [_Exeat_.