JENKIN CAREAWAY. I shall never escape: see, how he waggeth his hands! JACK JUGGLER. With a stroke they will lay a knave in our Lady-bonds,[182] And this day yet they have done no good at all. JENKIN CAREAWAY. Ere thou essay them on me, I pray thee lame them on the wall-- But speak you all this in earnest or in game?-- If you be angry with me, truly you are to blame; For have you any just quarrel to me? JACK JUGGLER. Ere thou and I part, that woll I show thee-- JENKIN CAREAWAY. Or have I done you any manner displeasure?-- JACK JUGGLER. Ere thou and I part, thou shalt know, thou mayest be sure-- JENKIN CAREAWAY. By my faith, if you be angry without a cause, You shall have amends made with a couple of straws; By thee I set whatsoever thou art; But for thy displeasure I care not a fart. May a man demand whose servant you be? JACK JUGGLER. My master's servant I am, for verity! JENKIN CAREAWAY. What business have you at this place now? JACK JUGGLER. Nay, marry, tell me what business hast thou? For I am commanded for to watch and give diligence That, in my good Master Bongrace's absence, No misfortune may happen to his house, certain. JENKIN CAREAWAY. Well now I am come, you may go hence again, And thank them that so much for my master hath done: Showing them that the servants of the house be come home, For I am of the house, and now in woll I go. JACK JUGGLER. I cannot tell whether thou be of the house or no; But go no near,[183] lest I handle thee like a stranger; Thank no man but thyself, if thou be in any danger. JENKIN CAREAWAY. Marry, I defy thee, and plainly unto thee tell, That I am a servant of this house, and here I dwell. JACK JUGGLER. Now, so God me snatch, but thou go thy ways, While thou mayest, for this forty days I shall make thee not able to go nor ride But in a dung-cart or wheelbarrow lying on one side. JENKIN CAREAWAY. I am a servant of this house, by these ten bones--[184] JACK JUGGLER. No more prating, but get thee hence at once! JENKIN CAREAWAY. Why, my master hath sent me home in[185] his message-- JACK JUGGLER. Pick and walk, a knave, here away is no passage-- JENKIN CAREAWAY. What, wilt thou let me from mine own master's house? JACK JUGGLER. Be tredging, or in faith you bear me a souse.[186] Here my master and I have our habitation, And hath continually dwelled in this mansion, At the least this dozen years and odd; And here woll we end our lives, by the grace of God. JENKIN CAREAWAY. Why, then, where shall my master and I dwell? JACK JUGGLER. At the devil, if you lust: I cannot tell. JENKIN CAREAWAY. _In nomine patris_, now this gear doth pass: For a little before supper here our house was; And this day in the morning I woll on a book swear, That my master and I both dwelled here. JACK JUGGLER. Who is thy master? tell me without lie, And thine own name also let me know shortly; For, my masters all, let me have the blame, If this knave know his master or his own name.