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.