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.