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9400	nan	A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 02			.txt	text/plain	78851	9737	98	Thou art no point, Careaway; thy wits do thee fail. I pray God light as much or more as hath on thee to-day. Come near[196] hither unto me, and I shall thee tell The game shall run apace, if thou come far behind: Ah, my sweet son Jacob, good fortune God thee send! Or thy sire loved thee, as thou hast merited, Set a good long day then, or else we shall come short. Come hither, let me tell thee a word in thine ear. Son Esau, thou knowest that I do thee love. Do thou thy true devoir, and let God work therein. Now, Lord, and if thou please that this thing shall take place, And bow to thee as head thy mother's children shall! Dear father Isaac, the Lord thy God thee save. Nay, for God's love, good sweet master Esau, Now, come on, thou old hag, what shall I say to thee?	./cache/9400.txt	./txt/9400.txt