Volume Ii Part 17 (1/2)

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 pa.s.sage--

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 G.o.d.

JENKIN CAREAWAY.

Why, then, where shall my master and I dwell?

JACK JUGGLER.

At the devil, if you l.u.s.t: I cannot tell.

JENKIN CAREAWAY.

_In nomine patris_, now this gear doth pa.s.s: 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.

CAREAWAY.

My master's name is Master Bongrace: I have dwelled with him a long s.p.a.ce; 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.