JACOB. I were best also to get me into the tent That, if my mother need me, I may be present. But I see her come forth, and nurse Deborah also, And bring the gear with them, whatsoe'er it shall do. REBECCA. Where is my son Jacob? I do him now espy. Come apace, Deborah, I pray thee let us hie, That all thing were dispatched somewhat to my mind. DEBORAH. It is happy, that Jacob ready here ye find. JACOB. Mother, what have ye brought, and what things are those? REBECCA. Gear that I have prepared to serve our purpose; And because that Esau is so rough with hair, I have brought sleeves of kid next to thy skin to wear. They be made glovelike, and for each finger a stall: So that thy father's feeling soon beguile they shall. Then have I brought a collar of rough kid's hair, Fast unto the skin round about thy neck to wear. Come, let me do it on, and if Isaac feel, He shall therewith be beguiled wondrous well. [_Here she doth the sleeves upon Jacob's arms_. JACOB. And what shall this gear do, that ye have brought? REBECCA. It shall serve anon, I warrant you, take no thought. Now, thoroughly to ravish thy father Isaac, Thou shalt here incontinent put upon thy back Esau his best apparel, whose fragrant flavour Shall conjure Isaac to bear thee his favour. DEBORAH. Marry, sir, now is master Jacob trim indeed, That is all tricksy and gallant, so God me speed! Now I see apparel setteth out a man. Doth it become Esau so? nay, beshrew me then. REBECCA. Ye may now go in, nurse, and leave looking on him. DEBORAH. I go; marry, sir, Jacob is now gay and trim. [_Jacob standeth looking on himself_. JACOB. No, forsooth, mother, this raiment liketh not me. I could with mine own gear better contented be. And, but for satisfying of your mind and will, I would not wear it, to have it for mine own still. I love not to wear another bird's feathers: Mine own poor homely gear will serve for all weathers. REBECCA. Well, content thyself, and follow my mind this day. Now the meat by this time is ready, I dare say. Before that with too much _enough_ it be all spilt, Take thy time, and assail thy father, when thou wilt. JACOB. Yea, but have ye provided, mother, I you pray, That nobody within may your counsel bewray? REBECCA. I warrant the matter all safe from uttering, I have stopped all mouths fro once muttering. Therefore, while the time serveth, I thee warn; To slack, when all things are ready, may do harm. JACOB. Go before, and I follow: but my cheeks will blush red, To be seen among our folk thus appareled. ACTUS QUARTI, SCAENA NONA. ISAAC. MIDO. JACOB. ISAAC. Come, Mido, for without thee I can nothing do. MIDO. What is it, sir, that ye would have my help unto? ISAAC. Nothing but to sit abroad, and take th' open air. MIDO. That shall be well done; the weather is very fair.