REBECCA. Call Jacob hither, that I may show him my mind. Send him hither quickly, and tarry ye behind, That he give place awhile, it is expedient, And how he may be sure, I will the way invent. ACTUS QUINTI, SCAENA OCTAVA. JACOB. REBECCA. JACOB. Mother Rebecca, did ye send for me hither? REBECCA. Yea, and the cause is this, thou must go somewhither, To hide thee from thy brother Esau a space. JACOB. Indeed, to men's malice we must sometime give place. REBECCA. He lieth in await to sle thee, if he can: Thou shalt therefore, by my reed, fle hence to Haran: And lie with my brother Laban, a man aged, Till Esau's wrath be somewhat assuaged. When all things are forgotten, and his fury passed, I shall send for thee again in all goodly haste. JACOB. Yea, but, how will my father herewith be content? REBECCA. Thou shalt see me win him thereto incontinent. And here he cometh happily: Jacob, hear me; Make a sign to Mido, that he do not name thee, Then get thee in privily, till I do thee call. JACOB. As ye command me, mother Rebecca, I shall. ACTUS QUINTI, SCAENA NONA. ISAAC. MIDO. REBECCA. JACOB. ISAAC. Where be ye, good wife? MIDO. My dame Rebecca is here. REBECCA. I am glad, sweet husband, that I see you appear, For[287] I have a word or two unto you to say. ISAAC. Whatsoever it be, tell it me, I you pray. REBECCA. Sir, ye know that now our life-days are but short, And we had never so great need of comfort. Now Esau his wives being Hittites both, Ye know, to please us are much unwilling and both. That if Jacob eke would take any Hittite to wife, Small joy should we both have or comfort of our life. ISAAC. Wife, ye speak this well, and I will provide therefore, Call Jacob quickly, that he appear me before. MIDO. I can run apace for him, if ye bid me go. REBECCA. Go, hie thee at once then, like a good son, Mido. [_Exit Mido, but returns directly with Jacob_. ISAAC. O Lord, save thou my son from mis-carrying. MIDO. Come, master Jacob, ye must make no tarrying, For I it is that shall be shent, if you be slack, Here is your son Jacob now, master Isaac. ISAAC. Son Jacob, make thee ready, as fast [as] thou can, And in all haste possible get thee unto Laban. He is thine own uncle, and a right godly man, Marry of his daughters, and not of Canaan. In Mesopotamia shalt thou lead thy life. The Lord prosper thee here without debate or strife; And the God of Abraham prosper thee in peace; He multiply thy seed, and make it to increase! Now kiss me, dear son Jacob, and so go thy way. REBECCA. Kiss me also, sweet son, and hence without delay. JACOB. Now, most tender parents, as well with heart and word I bid you well to fare, and leave you to the Lord. MIDO. Nay, master Jacob, let me have an hand also. JACOB. Even with all my heart: farewell, little Mido. [_Exit Jacob_. ISAAC. Now will I depart hence into the tent again.