A new Enterlued for Children to play, named jacke jugeler, both wit, and very playsent. Newly imprinted. The Player's names. Master Boungrace Dame coy jacke juggler jenkin careaway Alice tripe and go A gallant A Gentelwoman The vice A Lackey. A maid. D Coi Boungrace. jacke juggler. The Prologue. INterpone tuis interdum gaudia curis Ut possis animo quemues sufferre laborem Do any of you know what latin is this Or else would you have, an expositor●m To declare it in english, per sensum planiorem It is b●st I speak english, or else with in a whylle I may percace mine own self, with my latin beguile. The two verses, which I rehearsed before I find written, in the book of Cato the wise amongs good precepts, of living a thousand more Which to follow there, he doth all men advise And they may be englished, briefly in this wise amongs thy carful business, use sum time mirth & joy That no bodily work, thy wits break or noye. For the mind (saith he) in serious matters occupied If it have not sum quiet mirth, and recreation interchangeable admixed, must niddes be soon wearied And (as who should say) tried, through continual operation Of labour and business, without relaxation Therefore intermix honest mirth, in such wise That your strength may be refreshid, & to labours suffice For as meat and drink, natural rest and sleep For the conservation, and health of the body Must niddes be had, so the mind and wits to keep Pregnant, fresh industruis, quick and instie Honest mirth, and pastime, is requisite and necessary For, Quod caret alterna re quie du● abile non est Nothing may endure (saith ovid) with out sum rest. Example, proof her of in earth is well found Manifest open and verier evident For except the husbandman suffer his ground Sum times to rest, it will bear no fruit verament Therefore they let the filled lie, every second year To the end that after rest, it may the better corn bear. Thus than (as I have said) it is a thing natural And naturally belonging to all living creatures And unto man especially, above others all To have at times convenient pastaunce, mirth, & pleasures So they be joined with honesty, & kept which in due measures And the same well allowed not only the said Cato But also the Pyilosophers, Plutarch, Socrates & Plato And Cicero Tullius, a man sapient and wise willeth the same, in that his first book W●ich he wrote, and e●tytulid, of an honest man's office Who so is disposed thereupon to look Where to def●●e, and offirme, he boldly on him took That to here Enterluds, is pastime convenient For all manner men, and a thing congruent. He reckoneth that namely, as a very honest disport And above all other things, commendeth the old comedy The hearing of which, may do the mind comfort For they be replenished with precepts of Philosophy The contain much wisdom & teach prudent policy and though they be all written of matters of non importance Yet the show great wit, and much pretty conveyance. And in this manner of making, Plautus did excel As recordeth the same Tullius commending him by name Wherefore this maker delighteth passingly well Too follow his arguments, and draw out the same For to make at seasuns conu●nient pastims mirth & game As now he hath done this matter not worth an oyster shell Except percace it shall furtune too make you laugh well And for that purpose only this maker did it write Taking the ground thereof out of Plautus first comedy And the fi●st scentence of the same for higher things indite In no wise he would, for yet the time is so queasy That he that speaketh best, is lest thank worthy Therefore, sith noting but trifles may be had you shall here a thing that only shall make you merry & glad. And such a trifling matter as when it shallbe done Ye may report and say ye have heard nothing at all Therefore I tell you all, before it be begun That no man look to hear of matters substantial Nor matters of any gravity either great or small For this mak●r showed us that such manner things Do never well besime little boy's handelinges. wherefore if ye will not sowrelie your broves bend At such a fantastical conceit as this But can be content to hear and see the end I will go show the Players what your pleasure is Which to wait upon you I know be ready or this I will go send them hither in too your presence Desiring that they may have quiet audience. jake juggler. OUr lord of Heaven and sweet saint Ihone Rest you merry my masters everichone And I pray to Christ and sweet saint Steu●n Send you all many a good even And you to sir, and you, and you also Good even to you an hundred times & a thousand more Now by all thes crosses of flesh bone and blood I reckine my chance right maruaylus good Here now to find all this company Which in my mind I wished for heartily For I have laboured all day till I am weary And now am disposed too pass the time, and be merry And I think noon of you, but he would do the same For who will be sad, and nedithe not, is ●o●le to blame And as for me, of my mother I have been taught To be merry when I may, and take no thought Which leasone, I bore so well away That I use to make merry oons a day And now if all things happyn right You shall see as mad a pastime this night As you saw this seven years? and as proper a joy As ever yond saw played of a toy I am called Iake juggler, of many an oon And in faith I will play a juggling cast a non I will cunger the moull, and god before Or else let me l●se my name for evermore I have it devised, and compassed how And what ways, I will tell and show to you you all know well Master Boungrace The gentleman that dwelleth here in this place And jenkine Carreawaie, his page as cursed a lad And as ungracious as ever man had An unhappy wage, & as foolish a knave with all As any is now, within London wall This jenkine and I been fallen at great debate For a mattier, that fell betwine us a late And hitherto of him I could never revenged be For his master mantaineth him, & loveth not me Albe it the very truth to tell Nother of them both, knoweth me not very well But against all other boys, the said gentle man Maintaineth him, all that he can But I shall set little by my wite If I do not jenkine this night requite Ere I sleep jenkine shall be meet And I trust to come partly out of his dete And when we meet again, if this do not suff●●e I shall pay jenkine the residue, in my best wise It chanced me right now in the other end of the n●xt street With jenkine and his master, in the face to met I aboed there a whylle, playing for to see At the Buklers, as welbe commed m●e It was not long time, but at the last Bake cumithe my cousin caraway, homeward full fast Pricking, Praunsing, and springing in his short cote And pleasantly singing, with a merry note Whither a way so fast, tarry a while said oon I cannot now said jenkine, I must nides be goon My master suppeth herbye, at a gentleman's place And I must thither feache my dame, mistress boungrace But yet ere I go, I care not motche At the bukelers to play, with thee oon fair toche To it they went, and played so long Till jenkine thought he had wrong By cook's prceious potstike, I will not home this night Quod he, but as good a stripe oon thy head light Within half an hour, or sum what lose jenkine left playing, and went to featche his masters But by the way he met with a Freuteres wife There jenkine and she fell at such strife For snatching of an Apple, that down he cast Her basket, and gathered up the apples fast● And put them in his sleeve, them came he his way By an other lane, as fast as he may till he came at a corner, by a shoops stall Where boys were at Dice, faring at all When caraway with that good company met He fell to faring, withouten let Forgetting his message, and so well did he far that when I came ●ye, he 'gan swear and stare And full bitt●rlye, began to curse As one that had lost, almost all in his purse For I know his old gise, and condition Never to leave, till all his money be goon For he hath no money, but what he doth stell And that will he play, a way every dell● I passed by, and then called unto my mind Sartayde old rekeaninges, that were behind between jenkine & me, whom partly to recompense I trust by god's grace, ●re I go hence This garments, cape, and all other geared That now you see, upon me here I have done oon, all like unto his For the nonce, and my purpose is To make jenkine, belive if I can That he is not himself, but an other man For except he hath better look, than he had He will come hither, stark staring mad When he shall come, I will handle my captain so Than he shall not well wots, whether too go His masters I know, she w●ll him blame And his Master also, will do the same Because that she, of her supper deceived is For I am sure they have all supped by this But and if jenkine, would hither resort I trust he and I, should make sum sport If I had sooner spokine, he would have sooner been here For my simithe, I do his voice hear. ¶ caraway. A sir I may say, I have been at a fest I have lost ii s●and sir pence at the ●est Mary sir, of this gains I nyde make no boast But the devil go with all, more have I lost My name is caraway, let all sorrow pass I will ere too morrow night be as rich as ever I was Or at the forthest within a day or twain Me Masters pursed, shall pay me again Therefore hogh careawaie, now will I sig● hei he● But by the lord now I remember another thing By my faith jenkine my masters and thou At like to 'gree, god knoweth how That thou comest not, for her incontinent To bring her to supper, when thou were sent And now they have all supped, thou wilt shurlie abye Except thou imagine, sumpretie and crafty lie For she is as all other women be A very cursed shrew, by the blessed Trinity. And a very devil, for if she oons begin To fight, or chide, in a week she will not line And a great pleasure she hath, specially now of late To get poor men, now and then by the pate For she is an angry piece of flesh, and soon displeased Quikely moved, but not lightly appeased We use to call her at home, dame Coye A pretty gingerly pice, god save her and saint Loye As denty and nice, as an halfpenny worth of silver spoons But vengeable melancholy, in the after noons She useth for her bodily health, and safe guard To chid daily one fire, too supperward And my Master himself, is worse than she If he on's throughly angeryd be And a maid we have at home, Aulsoon tripe and go Not all London can ●hewe, such other two She simperith, she prankith and getteth with out fail As a peacock that hath spread, and showeth her gay tail she minceth, she bridleth, she swimmeth to and fro She tredith not one here a wry, she tryppeth like a do A broad in the street, going or coming homeward She quaverith, and ward●lith, like one in a galliard Every joint in her body and every part Oh it is a jolly wench to myns and devyd a fart She talketh, she chatteth like a Pie all day And speaketh like a parat Poppagaye And that as fine, as a small silken thread Ye and as high as an Eagle can i'll for a need But it is a spitful lying girl, and never well But when she may sum ill ta●l by me tell She will I warrant you, a non at the first Of me imagine, and say the worst. And what soever she to my masters doth say It is written in the gospel of the same day Therefore I will here with myself devise What I may best say, and in what wise I may excuse this my long tarrying That she of my negligence may suspect n●thyng For if the fault of this be found in me I may give my life for halpenis three Hic cogitab●ndo similis sedeat. Let me bloody this month, and I shall not fiend A b●lt●r devise than now is come to my mind Mistress will I say, I am bound by my duty To see that your womanhod have no injury For I hear and see, more than you now and then And yourself partly know the want in wiles of men When we came yonder, there did I see My master kiss gentlewomen tow or three And to come amongs others my thought bysye He had a myruayllus great fantasy Anon he commanded me to run thence for you To come sup there if you would but I wots not how My heart grudgid mistrusting lest that I being away My master would sum light cast play Where upon masteries, to see the end I tarried half supper time so god me mend And besides that there was such other compainye As I know your maistrisship setteth nothing by Gorges deigns of the corte and galaunts also with doctors, and other rufflers more At last when I thought it time and seasune I came too certify you as it was reasune And by the way whom should I meet But that most honest Gentleman in the street Which the last wike was with you here And made you a banquet, and bouncing cheer Ah jenkin ꝙ he good spid how farest thou Mary well god yld it you m●●ster ꝙ I how do you How doth thy masters is she at home Ye sir ꝙ I and suppeth all alone And but she hath no manner good cheer I am sure she would gladly have you there I cannot come now said he I have business But thou shalt carry a tokine from me to thy maistreis' Go with me too my chaumbre at yone lane end And I will a dish of costerds unto her send I followed him, and was bold by your leave To receive and bring them here in my sleeve But I would not for all england by Ihesu christ That my master Boungrace hereof wist Or knew that I should any such gear to you bring Lest he misdeem us both in sum worse thing Nor show him nothing of that I before said For then in did sir I am arrayed If you do I may nothing hereafter unto you tell whether I se mi master do ill or well That if you now this counsel keep I will ease you perchance twice in a wike you may say you were sick and your head did ache that you lu●●ed not ●his night any supper make Specially with out the doors but thought it best too abide at home and take your rest And I will to my master too bring him home For you know he wolbe angry if he come alone this most I say and fa●e it so well That she shall believe it every dell How say you friends, by the arms of Robin hood Wol not this excuse be reasonable good To muse for any better, great folly it is For I may make sure reke●ning of this That and if I would sit sto●ing this vii year I shall not else find how to save me all clear And as you see ●or the most part our wits be best When we be takyne most unrediest But I will not give for that boy a fly That hath not all times in store one good lie And cannot set a good face upon the same Therefore saint Gorge y● borove, as it will let him frame I will jeopard a joint, be● as be may I have had many like chances, before this day But I promise you I do curstly fear For I feel a vengeable burning in my left ere And it hath been a saying, of time long That sweet meet will have sour sauce among And surely I shall have sum ill hap For my here standeth up under my cape I would knock but I dare not by our lady I fear hanging where unto no man is hasty But seeing there is no nother remedy Thus to stand any longer it is but folly. Hic pulset ostium. They be so far with in, the cannot hear ¶ jacke juggler. Soft thy knoking saucy knave, what makest thou there jenkene caraway. What knave is that? he speaketh not too me I trow And we meet the one of us is like to have a blow For now that I am well chafed, and somewhat hot twenty such could I hew as small as flesh to rote And surely if I had a knife This knave should escape hardly with his life To teach him to ask of me any more What I make at my own maistirs door ¶ jack juggler But if thou come from that gate thou knave I will fet thee by the sweat looks so god me save jenkine caraway wol the horesoon fight in deed by mine honesty I know no quarrel he hath too me But I would I were with in the house And then I would not set by him a louse For I fear and mistrust such quarreling thives See how he beginneth to strike up his fleves ¶ jacke juggler His arse maketh buttens now, and who lustith to feel Shall find his heart creeping out at his heel Or else lying hiden in sum corner of his hose If it be not already dropped out of his nose For as I doubt not but you have hard before A more dastard covered knave was never borne jenkin caraway The devil set the house a fire, I trow it is a cursed When a man ●ath most haste he spedith worst If I be robed, or slain, or any harm get The fault is in them that doth not me in let And I durst jeopard, an hunderind pound That sum bawdry might now within be found But except sum of them come the sooner I shall knock such a peal, that all england shall wō●er ¶ jake juggler Knoke at the gate hardly again if thou dare And seeing thou wilt not buy fair words beware Now fists, me thinketh yesterday vii years past That four men a sleep at my feet you cast And this same day you did no manner good Nor were not washen in warm blood jenkin caraway What whoreson is this that washith in warm blood Sum devil broken lose, out of hell for wood Four hath he slain, and now well I see That it must be my chance the fift to be But rather then thus shamfullye too be slain would Christ my friends had hanged me being but years ii And yet if I take good heart and be bold Percace he wolbe more sober and could ¶ Iake juggler Now hands bestir you about his lips and face And streak out all hi● hi●teth without any grace Gentleman are you disposed to ear any fist meet jenkin caraway I have supped I thank you sir and list not to eat give it to them that are haungrie if you be wise ¶ jack juggler. Yet shall do a man of your d●et no harm to sup twice This shallbe your Chise, to make your merdigest For I tell you thes hands weighith of the best jenkin caraway I shall never escape see how he waghith his hands ¶ jacke juggler with a stroke they will lay a 〈◊〉 in our lady b●an● And this day yet they have done no g●●d at all jenkine Car●awaye Ere thou assay them on me, I pray thee lame them on the wall But speak you all this in earnest, or in game If yo● be angry with me truly you are to blame For have you any just quarrel to me ¶ Iake juggler Eer thou and I part that will I show thee jenkin caraway Or have I done you any manner displeasure ¶ jake juggler Ere thou and I part thou shalt know, y● mayst besure jenkin caraway By my faith if thou be angry without a cause You shall have a mends made with a couple of straus By thee I set what soever thou art But for thy displeasure I care not a fart May a man demand whose servant you be ¶ jack juggler My masters servant I am for verity jenkin caraway what business have you at this place now jacke juggler Nay marry tell me what business hast thou For I am commanded for to watch & give diligence That in my good master Boungraces absence No misfortune may happen to his house certain jenkin caraway well now I am come, you may go hens again And thank them that somuch for my master hath done Sewing them that the servants of the house be come home For I am of the house, and now in will I go ¶ jacke juggler I cannot tell whether thou be of the house or no But go no near, lest I handle thee like a stranger Thank no man but thyself, if thou be in any danger ¶ jenkine caraway Marry I defy thee, and planly unto thee tell That I am a servant of this house, and here I dwell jacke juggler Now so god me snache, but thou go thee ways Whille thou mayest, for this forty d●yes I ●hall make thee not able to go nor ride But in a dungcart or a whilberow lying on on side ¶ Ienken caraway I am a servant of this house by thes ten bons jacke juggler No more prating but get thee hens at towns jenkin caraway Why my master hath sent me home in his message jacke juggler Pike and walk a knave, here a way is no passage ¶ jenkin caraway What wilt thou let me from my noun maistirs house ●Iacke juggler Be tredging, or in faith you ●ere me a sauce Here my master and I have our habitation A●d hath continually dwelled in this mansion At the least this doosen years and odd And here will we end our lives by the grace of god ¶ jenkin caraway Why then where shall my master and I dwell jacke juggler At the devil if you lust, I can not tell ¶ Ienken caraway In nomine patris, now this gear doth pass For a little before supper here our house was And this day in the morning I will on a book swear That my master and I both dwelleyd here ¶ jake juggler Who is thy master tell me with out 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 Caerawaye My masters name is master Boungrace I have dwelled with him a long space And I am jenkin caraway his page ¶ jake juggler. What ye drunkin knave begin you to rage Take that, art thou master Boungraces page caraway If I be not, I have made a very good voyage ¶ jack juggler. Darest thou too my face say thou art I Careawaye I would it were true and no lie For then thou shouldest smart, and I should bet Where as now I do all the blows get ¶ jacke juggler And is master Boungrace thy master dost y●●hen say caraway I will swear on a book, he was on's this day ¶ jack juggler And for that thou shalt sum what have Because thou presumest, like a saucy lying knave To say my master is thine? who is thy master now? caraway. By my truth sir who so ever please you I am your own, for you beat me so As no man but my master should do jake juggler I will handle thee better if fault be not in fist caraway Help save my life masters for the passion of christ jacke juggler Why thou lousy thief dost thou cry and rare caraway No faith I will not cry one whit more Save my life help, or I am slain jacke juggler Ye dost thou make a romeringe yet a gain Did not I bide the hold thy peace caraway In faith now I leave crying, now I seize help, help, ¶ jacke juggler Who is thy master caraway Master Boungrace ¶ jacke juggler I will make the change the song, ere we pass this place For he is my master, and a gain to see I say That I am his jenkin caraway Who art thou now tell me plain caraway No body, but whom please you certain jacke juggler Thou saidest even now thy name was caraway caraway I cry you mercy sir, and forgiveness pray I said a miss because it was so too day And thought it should have continued always 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 an other name For it would grieve my heart so help me god To run about the streets like a maisterlis nod ¶ jake juggler I am he that thou saidest thou were And master boungrace is my master that dweleth hear thou art no point caraway thy wits do thee fail caraway Ye marry sir you have bet them down into my tail But sir might I be bold to say on thing Without any bloves, and without any beating ¶ jake juggler Truce for a while say one what thy lust caraway May a man too your honest by your word trust I pray you swear by the mass you will do me no ill ¶ jack juggler By my faith I promise pardon thee I will caraway What and you keep no promise. ja juggler, then upon ca● I pray god light as much or more as hath on y● to day caraway Now dare I speak so moat I thee Master boungrace is my master, and the name of me is ienken careaway, jack juggler. What sayest thou so caraway And if thou wilt strike me, and break thy promise, do And beat on me, till I stink, and till I die And yet will I still say that I am I ¶ jack juggler This bedlam knave without dought is mad ¶ caraway No by god for all that I am a wise lad And can cale to remembrance every thing That I did this day, sith my uprising For went not I with my master to day early in the morning to the Tennis play? At noon while my master at his dinner sat Played not I at Dice at the gentleman's gate Did not I wait on my master to supper ward And I think I was not changed the way honward Or else if thou think I lie Ask in the street of them that I came buy And sith that I came hither into your presence what man living could carry me hens I remember I was sent to fetch my masters And what I devised to save me harmless Do not I speak now is not this my hand Be not these my feet that on this ground stand? Did not this other knave her knoke me about the heed? And beat me till I was almost deed? How may it then be, that he should be I? Or I not myself it is a shameful lie I will home to our house, whosoever say nay For surely my name is jenkin caraway ¶ jacke juggler. I will make thee say otherwise ere we depart if we can ¶ jenkin caraway Nay that will I not in faith for no man Except thou tell me what I thou hast done Ever sith five of the cloak this after noon: Rehearse me all that with out any lie And then I will confess that thou art I jacke juggler When my master came to the gentleman's place He commanded me too run home a great pace Too fet thither my masters and by the way I did a good while at the bukelers play Then came I by a wife that did costerds sell And cast down her basket fair and well And gathered as many as I could get And put them in my sleeve here they be yet ¶ caraway How the devil should they come there For I did them all in my own sleeve bear He l●eth not a word in all this Nor doth in any one point mice For aught I see yet between earnest and game I must go sick me another name But thou mightest see all this, tell the rest that is behind And there I know I shall thee a liar find jacke juggler I ran thence homeward a contrary way And whether I stopped there or nay I could tell if me lusteth a good token But it may not very well be spoken jenkin caraway No may I pray thee let no man that here But tell it me privily in mine ere jacke juggler I thou lost all thy money at dice christ give it his curse well and truly picked before out of an other man's p●rse ¶ Ienken caraway Gods body whoreson thief who told thee that same Sum cunning devil is with in thee pain of shame In nomine patris, god and our blessed lady Now and evermore save me from thy company ¶ jack juggler How now art thou caraway or not Careawaye By the lord I doubt, but sayest thou nay to that jacke juggler. Ye marry I tell thee care away is my name ¶ caraway And by these tene bones mine is the same Or else tell me if I be not he What my name from henceforth shall be jack juggler By my faith the same that it was before When I lust too be caraway no more Look well upon me, and thou shalt see as now That I am ienkyne caraway and not thou Look well a 'pon me, and by every thing Thou shalt well know that I make no leasing. caraway I see it is so without any doubt But how the devil came it a bout Who so in England looketh on him stedelye shall perceive plainly that he is I I have seen myself a thousand times in a glass But so like myself as he is never was He hath in every point my clothing & mi gear My head, my cape, my shirt and knotted hear And of the same colour, my yes, nose and lips Much 〈…〉 nea●e, feet, leges, and hips Of the same statute, and height and age And is in every point master Boungrace page That if he have a hole in his tail He is even I mine own self without any fail And yet when I remember I wots not how The same man that I have ever been methinketh I am now I know mi master, & his house, & my five wits I have Why then should I give credence to this foolish knave That nothing entendith but me delude and mock For whom should I fear at my master's gate to knoke jacke juggler Thinkest t●ou I have said all this in game Go or I shall send the hens in the dyvills name A void thou lousy lurden & precious stinking slave that n●ther thy name knowest nor canst any master have wine shakin, pilorye peepours, of lice not without a peck Hens or by gods precious I shall break thy neck ¶ caraway Then master I besiche you hartylye take the pain If I be found in any place too bring me to me again Now is not this a wonderful case That no man should lease himself so in any place Have any of you hard of such a thing here to fore No nor never shall I dare say from henceforth any more ¶ jack juggler while he museth an judgeth himself upon I wo●l steel a way for a while and let him a loon caraway Good lord of heaven, where did I myself leave Or who did me of my name by the way bereave For I am sure of this in my mind That I did in no place leave myself byhinde If I had my name played a way at dice Or had sold myself to any man at a price Or had made a fray and had lost it in fighting Or it had been stolen from me sleeping It had been a matter and I would have kept patience But it spiteth my heart to have lost it by such open negligence Ah thou horesone drowsy drunken soot It were an alms died to walk thy cote And I shrew him that would for thee be sorry Too see thee well curried by and by And by christ if any man would it do I myself would help there too For a man may see thou horesone goose Thou wouldest lice thine arse if it were lose Albeit I would never the died believe But that the thing itself doth show and prive There was never Ape so like unto an Ape As he is to me in feature, and shape But what will my master say trow ye When he shall this gear here and see Will he know me think yo●, when he shall see me If he do not another will as good as he But where is that other I? whether is he gone To my master by cock's precius passion Either to put me out of my place Or too accuse me to my master Boungrace But I will after as fast as I can flee I trust to be there as soon as he That if my master be not ready home to come I will be here again as fast as I can run I● any wise to speak with my maysteris Or else I shall never escape hanging dubtles Dame Coye I shall not sup this night full well I see For as yet no body ●umithe for to fet me● But good enough let me alone I will be even with them every eachone I say nothing, but I think sum what I wis Sum there be that shall here of this Of all unkind & churlish husbands this is the cast To let their wives se● at home and fast While they be forth and make good cheer Pastime, and sport, as now he doth there But if I were a wise woman, as I am a mome I should make myself as good cheer at home But if he have thus unkindly served me I will not forget it this monethiss three And if I west the fault were in him, I pray god I be ded But he should have such a kyrie, ere he went too bed As he never had before in all his life Nor any man else have had of his wy●e I would rate him and shake him after such a sort As should be to him a corrosive, full little to his comfort A●●s trip and go If I may be so bold by your ma●sterishps lyeens As too speak and show my mind and sentence I think of this you may the boy thank For I know that he playeth you many a like prank And that would you say, if you knew as mu●ch as we That his daily conversation and byhaviore s●e For if you comm●●●d him to go speak with sum one It is an hour ere he wolbe gone Then will he run forth, and play in the street And come a gain and say that he cannot with him meet Dame Coye Nay, nay, it is his masters play He seruithe me so almost every third day But I wolbe even with him as god give me joy And yet the fault may be● in the boy As ungracious a graft●● met I thrive As any goeth on gods g●●●●d a●yue caraway: My wit is breched insuche a brake That I cannot devise what way is best to take I was almost as far as my master is But then I began to remember ●his And to cast the worst as on in ●ere ●f he chance to see me and keep me there Till he come himself, & speak with mi masteris Than am I like to be in shrewd distress yet were I better thought I to turn hom again And first speak with her certain cocks body yonder she standeth at the door Now is it worse than it was before Wold christ I could get again out of her sight For I see be her look she is disposed to fight By the lord she hath there an angry shrews lo●e Dame coye Lo yonder cumithe that unhappy hook caraway God save you maysteris do you know me well Dame coye Cume near hither unto me, and I shall thee tell Why thou noughty vyllan is that thy guise To gest with thy masters in such wise take that to begin with, and god before when thy master cometh home thou shalt have more For he told me when he forth went That thou shouldest come bake a gain inconfinente To bring me to supper where he now is And thou hast played by the way, & they have done by this But no force I shall thou mayst trust me Teach all naughty knaves to beware by thee caraway For sooth masters if you knew as much as I ye would not be with me half so angry For the fault is neither in mi master nor in me nor you But in an other knave that was here even now And his name was jenkin caraway Dame coye What I see my man is disposed to play I wine he be drunken or mad I make god a vou ¶ caraway Nay I have been made sober and tame I now I was never so handelid before in all my life I would every man in England had so beat me his wife I have forgotten with tousing by the here What I devised to say a little ere Dame coye Have I lost my supper this night through thy negligence ¶ caraway Nay then were I a knave mysteries, saving your reverence Dame coye Why I am sure that by this time it is done caraway Ye that it is more than an our agone Dame coye And was not thou sentto feache me theyth●r caraway Yes and had come right quickly hither But that by the way I had a great fall And my name, body shape legs and all And meat with one, that from me did it ●●elle But be god he and I sum bloves did deal I would he were now before your gate For you would poumile him ioylile about the pate Dame Coye truly this wage ●astie is either drunken or mad caraway Never man soffred so much wrong as I had But masters I should say a thing to you Tarry it will cum to my remembrence even now I must nidd●s use a substantial premeditation For the matter lieth gretylie me a 'pon I besiche your maisterishipe of pardon and forgiveness desiring you to impute it to my simple & rude dul●nes I have forgotten what I have thought to have said And am thereof full ill a paid But when I lost myself I knew very well I lost also that I should you tell Dame Coye Why thou wrechid villain dost thou me scorn and moke To make me to these folk a laufing stock Ere thou go out of my hands y● shalt have sum thing And I will rekine better in the morning caraway. And if you beat me maysteris a vice you For I am none of your servants now That other I is now your page And I am no longer in your bondage Dame Coye Now walk precious thife get thee out of my sight And I charge thee cum in my presence no more this night Get thee hens and wait on thy master at onhis ¶ caraway Marry sir this is handling for the noons I would I had been hanged before that I was lost I was never this canvased and tossed That if my master on his part also Handle me as my masters and the other I do I shall surely be killed bitwine them three And all the devils in hell shall not save me But yet if the other I might have with me part All this would never grieve my heart jacke juggler How say you masters I pray you tell Have not I requited my marchent well Have not I handelyd him after a good sort Had it not been pity to have lost this sport A none his master on his behalphe You shall see how he will handle the calphe if he throughly angered be He will make him smart so mote I thee I would not for the price of a new pair of shone That any part of this had bin undune But now I have revenged my quarrel I will go do of this mine apparel And now let caraway be caraway again I have done with that name now certain Except peradventure I shall take the self same weed Sum other time again for a like cause and need Boungrace Why then darist thou to presume too tell me That I know is no wise possible for to be caraway Now by my truth master I have told you no lie And all these folks knoweth as well as I I had nosooner knoked at the gate But strait ways he had me by the pate Therefore if you bet me till I fart & shut again you shall not cause me for any pain But I will affirm as I said before That when I came near another stood at the door. Boungrace Why the naughty villain darest that affirm to me that which was never seen nor hereafter shallbe That one man may have too bodies & two faces And that one man at on time may be in too plaeis Tell me drankest thou any where by the way caraway I shreve me if I drank any more than twice to day Till I met even now with that other I And with him I supped and drank truly But as for you if you gave me drink and meat As oftentimes as you do me beat I were the best fed page in all this City But as touching that, you have on me no pity And not only I but all that do you serve For meat and dry●ke may rather starve Boungrace What you saucy malyp●rt knane Begin you with your master to prat andrave your tongue is liberal and all out of frame I must niddes coung●r it and make it tame where is the other Careawai ● thou said was here caraway Now by my christendom sir I wonted near Boungrace Why canst thou find no man to moke but me ¶ caraway I moke you not master so mo● I thee Every word was true that I you told Boungrace Nay I know toys and prank of old And now thou art not satisfied nor content Without regard of my biddings and commandment To ha●e played by the way as a lewd know & negligent When I thee on my message home sent But also wouldest willingly me delude & moke And make me to all wise men a laughing stoke showing me such things as in no wise be may To the intent thy leudues mai turn to jest & play Therefore if thou speak any such thing to me again I promise it shallbe unto thy pain caraway Loo is not he in miserable ca●e That serveth such a master in any place that with force will compel him the thing to deny That he knoweth true, and hath sine with his ye Boungrace Was it not troiest thouthine own shadow ¶ caraway My shadoo could never have beaten me so Boungrace Why by what reason possible may such a thing be ¶ caraway Nay I maruael and wonder at it more than ye And at the first it did me curstelye mea●e Nor I would mine own yes in no wise believe until that other I beat me so That he made me believe it whither i would or no And if he had yourself now within his reach He would make you say so too or else be shit your breach ¶ Master Boungrace I durst a good meed, and a wager lay That thou layest down and sleppest by the way And ●remidall this that thou haste me told ¶ caraway day there you lie master if I might be so bold But we rise so early that if I had I had done well and a wise lad yet master I would you under stood T●at I have all ways been trusty and good And fly as fast as a bear in a cage When so ever you send me in your message in faith as for this that I have told you I saw and felt it as waking as I am now For I had no sooner knocked at the gate But the other I knave had me by the pate A●d I durst to you one a book swear That he had been watching for me there Long ere I came hidden in sum privy place E●en for the nonce too have me by the face Master boungrace Why then thou speakest not with my wife ¶ caraway No that I did not master by my life until that other I was gone And then my maister●s sent me after a no●e To weight on you home in the devils name I ween the devil never so beat his dame Master boungrace And where became that other caraway caraway By mine honesty sir I cannot say But I warrant he is now not far hens He is here among this company for xl pens Master boungrace Hence at once sick and smell him out I shall rape thee on the lying knaues snought I will not be deludyd with such a glozing lie Nor give credens till I see it with my own iye caraway. truly good sir by your maistershipps favour I cannot well find a knave by the savour Many here smell strong but none so rank as he A stronger scented knave than he was cannot be But sir if he be happily found anon What a mends shall I have for that you have me done Master boungrace If he may befound I shall walk his cote caraway Ye for our ladi sake sir I bisiche you spare him not For it is sum false knave withouten doubt I had rath●r than xl pens we could find him out For if a man may believe a glaze Euin my very own self it was. And here he was but even right now And steped a way suddenly I wot not how Of such a other thing I have nether hard ne seen By our blissed lady heaven queen Master boungrace plainly it was thy shadow that thou diddest see For in faith the other thing is not possible to be caraway Yes in good faith sir by your leave I know it was I by my apples in my sleeve And speakith as like me as ever you hard Such here, such a Cape, such Hose and cote And in every thing as just as four pens to a grot That if he were here you should well see That you could not discern nor know him from me For think you that I do not myself know I am not so foolish a knave I trow Let who will look him by and by And he will depose upon a book that he is I And I dare well say you will say the same For he called himself by my own name And told me all that I have done Sith five of the cloak this after none He could tell when you were to supper seat you send me home my masters to feet And showed me all things that I did by the way Boungrace What was that caraway How I did at the Bukelers play And when I scaterid a basket of apples from a ●●al And gathered them into my sleeve all And how I played after that also Boungrace Thou shalt have by therefore so moat I go Is that the guise of a trusty page To play when he is sent on his masters message Dame coye Say on and spare not for the love of christ jowl his head to a post, and favour your fist Now for my sake sweet heart spare & favour your hand ●nd lay him● about the rib with this wand ¶ caraway Now mercy that I ask of you both twain Save my life and let me not be slain I have had beating enough for one day That a mischief take the other me Careawayne That if ever he come to my hands again I wis it shallbe to his pain But I marvel greatly by our lord Jesus' How he I escapid, I me beat me thus And is not he I an unkind knave That will no more pity on myself have Here may you see, evidently iwis That in him me no drop of honesty is Now a vengeance light on such a churls knave That no more love toward myself have Dame coye I knew very well swite heart & said right now That no fault thereof should be in you Boungrace No truly good h●dfelow, I were then much unkind if you at any time should be out of my mind Dame Coye surely I have of you a great treasure For you do all things which may be to my pleasure Boungrace I am sorry that your chance hath now been so ill I would gladly been unsupped, so you had your fill But go we in pigesnie that you may sup you bane cause now to thank this same hang up For had not he been you had fared very well Dame Coye I bequeath him with a hot vengeance to the devil of hell And heartily I besiche him that hanged on the road That he never eat nor drink, that may do him good And that he die a shameful death saving my charity ¶ caraway I pray god send him such prosperity That hath caused me to have all this business But yet sirs you see the charity of my mistress She liveth after a wonderful cheritable fashion For I assure you she is always in this passion And scacelye on day throughout the hole year She will wish any man better cheer And sum time if she well angered be I pray god (will she say) the house may sink under me But masters if you happen to see that other I As that you shall it is not very likely Nor I will not desire you for him purposely to look For it is an uncomperable unhappy hook And if it be I, you might happen to seek And not find me out in an hole week For when I was wont to run a way I used not to come a gain in less than a month or twain Houbeit for all this I think it be not I For to show the matter in died truly I never use to run away in winter nor in vere But all ways in such time and season of the year When honey lieth in the hives of Bees And all manner fruit falleth from the trees As Apples, Nuts, Peres, and plums also Whereby a boy may live a broad a month or two This cast do I use I will not with you fain Therefore I wonder if he be I sertaine But and if he be, and you meet me a broad by chance Send me home to my waister with a vengeance And show him if he come not ere to morrow night I will never receive him again if I might And in the mean time I will give him a groat That will well and thryftelye walk his cote For a more ungracious knave is not even now between this place and Calycow Nor a more frantic mad knave in bedelem Nor a more fool hence to Iherusalem That if to come again, parcace he shall refuse I will continue as I am and let him choose And but he come the sooner by our lady bright He shall lie without the doors all night For I will shit up the gate, and get me to bede For I promiss you I have a very gydie heed I need no supper for this night Nor would eat no meat though I might And for you also master I think I best you go to bede, and take your rest For who of you had been handelid as I have been would not be long out of his bede I ween No more will I but steel out of s●ght I pray god give you all good night And send you better hap, and fortune Then to less yourself home ward as I have done somewhat it was sayeth the proverb old That the Cat winked when here iye was out That is to say● no tale can be told But that sum english may be picked thereof out if so to search the latin & ground of it men will go about As thi● 〈◊〉 enterlud that before you hath been rehearsed May signify sum further meaning if it be well searched Such is the fashion of the world now a days That the simple innosaintes as deluded And an hundred thousand divers ways By subtle and crafty means shamefully abused. And by strength force, and violence oft times compelled To believe and say the moon is made of a green c●●se Or else have great harm, and parcace their life lose And an old saying it is, that most times might Force, strength, power, & colourable subtlete Do the oppress, dybare, overcum and defeat right Though that cause stand never so greatly against equity and the truth thereof be known for never so y it certainty ye & the poor semple innocent that hath had wrong & in●uri Must call the other his good master for showing him such mercy And as it is daily sign for fere of ferther disprofit He must that man his best friend and master call Of whom he never received any manner benefit And at whose hand he never han any good at all And must grant, affirm, or deny, what so ever he shall He must say the Crove is white, if he be so commanded ye and that he himself is into another body changed He must say he did a miss, though he 〈…〉 d●●ffee● He must ask forgiveness, where he did not dispart Or else be in trouble, care and meserye with out end And he cast in sum arrierage, without ●y gra●e And that thing he saw done before his 〈◊〉 ●ace He must by compulsion, sufelie de●●e And for fear whether he will or not 〈◊〉 tongue 〈…〉 And in every faculty, this thing is put in 〈◊〉 And is so universal that I need no one to name And as I fere is like evermore to endure For it is in all faculties a coniuryie sports and game The weaker to say as that stronger biddeth, or to have ●lai● As a cunning sophist will by argument bring to pass That the rude shall confess, and gra●●● himself an 〈◊〉 And this is the daily exoe●●●e, and practise of their schools And not amongs them only, but also among all others The stronger to compel and wake ●ee●e simple fools To say as they command them in all manner matters I will name none particular, but set them all togethers with out any exception, for I pray you show me one amongs all in the world that useth not such fashion He that is stronger and more of power and might If he be disposed to revenge his cau●● will soon pike a quarrel be it wrong b● right To the inferior and we 〈◊〉 for a 〈◊〉 of straves And will against him so extremely lay the laws That he will put him to the worse, other by false injury Or by some craft and subtelete, or else by plain teranie As you saw right now, by example plain An other fellow being a counterfeit page Brought the gentleman's servant out of his brain And made him grant the himself was fallen in dotage Bary●g himself in haud that he did rage And when he could not bring that to pass by reason He made him grant it, and say by compulsion Therefore happy are they that can beware Into whose hands they fall by any such chance which if they do, they hardly escape care trouble, Misery, and woeful grievance And thus I make an end, committing you to his gidaun That made, & redeemed us all, and to you that be now heart I pray god grant, and send many a good new year. Finis. ¶ Imprinted at London in Lothbury by me William Copland.