CAREAWAY. My master's name is Master Bongrace: I have dwelled with him a long space; And I am Jenkin Careaway his page-- JACK JUGGLER. What, ye drunken knave, begin you to rage! Take that: art thou Master Bongrace's page? [_Strikes him_. CAREAWAY. It I be not, I have made a very good voyage-- JACK JUGGLER. Barest thou to my face say thou art I? CAREAWAY. I would it were true and no lie; For then thou shouldest smart, and I should bet,[187] Where as now I do all the blows get. JACK JUGGLER. And is Master Bongrace thy master, doest you then say? CAREAWAY. I woll swear on a book, he was once this day-- JACK JUGGLER. And for that thou shalt somewhat have, Because thou presumest, like a saucy lying knave, To say my master is thine. Who is thy master now? [_Strikes him again_. CAREAWAY. By my troth, sir, whosoever please you: I am your own, for you beat me so, As no man but my master should do. JACK JUGGLER. I woll handle thee better, if fault be not in fist-- [_Prepares to strike him_. CAREAWAY. Help! save my life, masters, for the passion of Christ! JACK JUGGLER. Why, thou lousy thief, dost thou cry and roar?-- CAREAWAY. No, faith, I woll not cry one whit more: Save my life, help, or I am slain-- JACK JUGGLER. Yea, dost thou make a rumouring yet again? Did not I bid thee hold thy peace?-- CAREAWAY. In faith, now I leave crying; now I cease: help, help! JACK JUGGLER. Who is thy master? CAREAWAY. Master Bongrace-- JACK JUGGLER. I woll make thee change that song, ere we pass this place; For he is my master, and again to thee I say, That I am his Jenkin Careaway. Who art thou? now tell me plain. CAREAWAY. Nobody but whom please you, certain-- JACK JUGGLER. Thou saidest even now thy name was Careaway? CAREAWAY. I cry you mercy, sir, and forgiveness pray: I said amiss, because it was so to-day; And thought it should have continued alway, Like a fool as I am and a drunken knave. But in faith, sir, ye see all the wit I have, Therefore I beseech you do me no more blame, But give me a new master and another name. For it would grieve my heart, so help me God, To run about the streets like a masterless nod.[188] JACK JUGGLER. I am he that thou saidest thou were, And Master Bongrace is my master, that dwelleth here; Thou art no point, Careaway; thy wits do thee fail. CAREAWAY. Yea, marry, sir, you have beaten them down into my tail; But, sir, might I be bold to say one thing Without any blows and without any beating? JACK JUGGLER. Truce for a while; say on what thee lust: CAREAWAY. May a man to your honesty by your word trust? I pray you swear by the mass you woll do me no ill-- JACK JUGGLER. By my faith, I promise pardon thee I will-- CAREAWAY. What, and you keep no promise? JACK JUGGLER. Then upon Careaway[189] I pray God light as much or more as hath on thee to-day.