A new enterlued for chyldren to playe, named Iacke Iugeler both wytte, and very playsent. The players names. Mayster Boungrace Dame coye Iacke Iugler Ienkin careaway Ales trype and go A galant A gentelwoman The vyce A lackey. A mayd.

Iake Iugler . OUr lord of Heuen and swete sainte Ihone Rest you merye my maist●rs euerychone And I praye to Christ and swete saint Steu●n Send you all many a good euine And you to syr , and you , and you also Good euine to you an hundered times & a thousand mo Now by all thes crosses of fleshe bone and blod I reckine my chaunce right maruaylus good Here now to find all this companie Which in my mynde I wyshed for hartylie For I haue labored all daye tyll I am werie And now am disposed too passe the time , and be merie And I thinke noon of you , but he wolde do the same For who wol be sad , and nedithe not , is ●o●le to blame And as for mee , of my mother I haue byn tought To bee merie when I may , and take no thought Which leasone , I bare so well awaye That I vse to make merye oons a daye And now if all thinges happyn right You shall see as mad a pastime this night As you saw this seuen yers ? and as propre a ioye As euer yon saw played of a toye I am called Iake Iugler , of many an oon And in faith I woll playe a iugling cast a non I woll cunger the moull , and god before Or elles leat me l●se my name for euermore I haue it deuised , and compas●ed hou And what wayes , I woll tell and shew to you you all know well Maister Boungrace The gentilman that dwellith here in this place And Ienkine Carreawaie , his page as cursed a lad And as vngracious as euer man had An vnhappy wage , & as folishe a knaue with al As any is now , within London wall This Ienkine and I been fallen at great debate For a mattier , that fell betwine vs a late And hitherto of him I could neuer reuenged be For his maister mantaineth him , & loueth not me Albe it the very truth to tell Nother of them both , knoweth me not verie well But against al other boies , the sayd gentle man Maynteyneth him , all that he can But I shall set lytle by my wyte If I do not Ienkine this night requite Ere I slepe Ienkine shall bee mete And I trust to cume partlye out of his dete And whan we mete againe , if this do not suff●●e I shall paye Ienkine the residue , in my best wyse It chaunced me right now in the other end of the n●xt stret With Ienkine and his mayster , in the face to met I aboed ther a whylle , playng for to see At the Buklers , as welbe commed m●e It was not longe tyme , but at the last Bake cumithe my cos●ne Careawaie , homward ful fast Pricking , Praunsing , and springynge in his short cote And pleasauntlie synginge , with a mery note Whyther a waye so fast , tary a whyle sayed oon I cannot now sayd Ienkine , I must nides bee goon My maister suppeth herbye , at a gentylmans place And I must thither feache my dame , maistres boungrace But yet er I go , I care not motche At the bukelers to playe , with thee oon faire toche To it they went , and played so long Tyll Ienkine thought he had wrong By cokes prceious potstike , I wyll not home this night Quod he , but as good a stripe oon thie hed lyght Within halfe an houre , or sume what lese Ienkine lefte playng , and went to featche his maisteris But by the waye he met with a Freuteres wyfe There Ienkine and she fell at suche strife For snatching of an Apple , that doune he cast Her basket , and gatherid vp the apples fast● And put them in his sleue , them came he his waye By an other lane , as fast as he maye tyll he came at a corner , by a shoops stall Where boyes were at Dice , faryng at all When Careawaie with that good cumpany met He fell to faryng , withouten let Forgettyng his message , and so well did he fare that whan I came ●ye , he gan swere and stare And full bitt●rlye , began to curse As oone that had lost , almost all in his purse For I knowe his olde gise , and condicion Neuer to leaue , tyll all his mony bee goon For he hath noo mony , but what he doth stell And that woll he playe , a waye euery dell● I passed by , and then called vnto my mynd Sartayde old rekeaninges , that were behynd Bitwen Ienkine & me , whom partlie to recompence I trust by gods grace , ●re I goo hence This garments , cape , and all other geare● That now you see , apon me here I haue doon oon , all lyke vnto his For the nons , and my purpose is To make Ienkine , byliue yf I can That he is not him selfe , but an other man For except he hath better loke , than he had He woll cum hyther , starke staryng mad Whan he shall cum , I wol handle my captine so Than he shal not well wot , whether too goo His Maisteris I know , she w●ll him blame And his Mayster also , wyll doo the same Because that she , of her supper deceiued is For I am sure they haue all supped by this But and if Ienkine , wold hither resort I trust he and I , should make sum sport Yf I had sooner spokine , he wold haue sooner been here For my simithe , I do his voyce heare . ¶ Careawaye . A syr I may saye , I haue been at a fest I haue lost .ii. s●and syr pence at the ●est Mary syr , of this gaynes I nyde make no bost But the dyuell goo with all , more haue I lost My name is Careawaie , let all sorow passe I woll ere too morow night be as rich as euer I was Or at the forthest within a day or twaine Me Maysters purst , shall paye me agayne Therfor hogh careawaie , now wol I sig● hei he● But bi the lorde now I remembre a nother thing By my faith Ienkine my Maisteris and thou At lyke to gree , god knoweth hou That thou comest not , for her incontinent To bryng hir to supper , when thou were sent And now they haue all supped , thou wolt shurlie abye Except thou imagine , sumpretie and craftye lye For she is as all other weomen bee A verie cursed shrew , by the blessid Trinitie . And a verye Dyuell , for yf she oons begyne To fyght , or chyde , in a weke she wol not lyne And a great pleasure she hath , specyally now of late To gette poore men , now and then by the pate For she is an angrye pece of fleshe , and sone displeasyd Quikely moued , but not lyghtlye appesed We vse to call her at home , dame Coye A pretie gingerlie pice , god saue her and saint Loye As denty and nice , as an halpeny worth of siluer spoons But vengeable melancolie , in the after noons She vseth for hir bodylie helth , and safe gard To chyd daylie oone fite , too supperward And my Mayster himselfe , is worse then she If he ons throughlye angeryd bee And a mayd we haue at home , Aulsoon tripe and goo Not all London can ●hewe , such oth●r twoo She simperith , she prankith and getteth with out faylle As a pecocke that hath spred , and sheweth hir gaye taile Se minceth , she brideleth , she swimmeth to and fro She tredith not one here a wrye , she tryppeth like a do A brode in the strete , going or cumming homward She quauerith , and ward●lith , like one in a galiard Euerye ioynt in her bodye and euerie part Oh it is a ioylie wenche to myns and deuyd a fart She talketh , she chatteth like a Pye all daye And speaketh like a parat Poppagaye And that as fine , as a small silken threede Ye and as high as an Eagle can fle for a neade But it is a spitfull lying girle , and neuer well But whan she may sum yll ta●l by me tel She woll I warrant you , a non at the first Of me immagine , and saye the worst . And what soeuer she to my maisteris doth saye It is writen in the gosspell of the same daye Therfore I woll here with my selfe deuise What I may best say , and in what wise I may excuse this my long taryeng That she of my negligence may suspect n●thyng For if the faulte of this be found in mee I may giue my life for halpenis three Hic cogitab●ndo similis sedeat . Let me ●lodie this moneth , and I shall not fiend A b●lt●r deuise then now is cume to my mynd Maistries woll I saye , I am bound by my dutie To see that your womanhod haue no iniurie For I heare and see , more then you now and then And your selfe partlie know the want in wyles of men When wee came yender , there dyd I see My mayster kisse gentilwomen tow or three And to come emongs others my thought bysye He had a myruayllus great phantasye Anon he commaundyd me to run thens for you To cume supe there if you wold but I wot not how My hart grudgid mistrusting lest that I being awaye My maister wold sum light cast playe Wher vpon maistries , to se the ende I tarried halfe supper time so god me mende And besydes that there was such other compainye As I know your maistrisship setteth nothing by Gorges daines of the corte and galaunts also with doctours , and other rufflers mo At last whan I thought it tyme and seasune I cam too certifie you as it was reasune And by the way whome should I mete But that most honest Gentilman in the stret Which the last wike was with you here And made you a banket , and bouncing cheare Ah Ienkin ꝙ he good spid how farest thou Mary wel god yld it you m●●ster ꝙ I how do you How dothe thy maisteris is she at home Ye syr ꝙ I and suppeth all alone And but she hath noo maner good chere I am sure she wold gladlye haue you there I cannot cum now sayd he I haue busines But thou shalt carie a tokine from me to thy maistreis Goo with me too my chaumbre at yone lane end And I woll a dishe of costerds vnto hyr send I folowid him , and was bolde by your leaue To receiue and bring them here in my sleue But I wold not for all Englond by Ihesu Chryst That my maister Boungrace herof wyst Or knew that I should any such geare to you bring Lest he misdeme vs both in sum worse thyng Nor shew him nothyng of that I before sayed For then in dyd syr I am arayed Yf you doo I may nothing herafter vnto you tell whether I se mi master doo ill or well That if you now this counsaile kepe I wol ease you parchaunce twise in a wike you may saye you wer sike and your hed did ake that you lu●●ed not ●his night any supper make Speciallye with out the dores but thought it best too abyde at home and take your rest And I wyll to my maister too bryng hym home For you know he wolbe angrie if he come alone this most I saye and fa●e it so well That she shall beleue it euerye dell Hou saye you frinds , by the armes of Robyn hood Wol not this excuse be resonable good To muse for any beeter , great foly it is For I may make sure reke●ning of this That and if I wold sit sto●ing this .vii. yere I shall not ells find how to saue me all clere And as you see ●or the most part our witts be best When wee be takyne most vnrediest But I wol not giue for that boye a flye That hath not al tymes in store one good lye And cannot set a good face vpon the same Therfore saint Gorge y● boroue , as it wol let him frame I woll ieopard a ioynt , be● as bee maye I haue had many lyke chaunces , before this daye But I promise you I do curstlie feare For I feel a vengeable burning in my left ere And it hath byn a saying , of tyme long That swete mete woll haue soure sauce among And surelye I shall haue sum ill hape For my here standith vp vnder my cape I would knocke but I dare not by our ladye I feare hanging where vnto no man is hastie But seing there is no nother remedie Thus to stand any longer it is but folye . Hic pulset ostium . They bee soo farre with in , the cannot heare ¶ Iacke Iugler . Soft thy knoking saucie knaue , what makest thou there Ienkene Careawaie . What knaue is that ? he speaketh not too me I trowe And we mete the one of vs is lyke to haue a blowe For nowe that I am well chafed , and sumwhat hote twentye suche could I hewe as small as fleshe to rote And surelie if I had a knyfe This knaue should escape hardelye with his lyfe To teache him to aske of me any more What I make at my owne maistirs doore ¶ Iacke Iugler But if thou come from that gate thou knaue I woll fet thee by the swet lookes so god me saue Ienkine Careawaie Woll the horesoon fyght in dede by myn honestie I know no quarell he hath too me But I wold I were with in the house And then I wold not set by hym a louse For I feare and mistrust suche quareling thiues See how he beginnith to strike vp his fleues ¶ Iacke iugler His arse makith buttens now , and who lustith to feale Shall find his hart creping out at his heele Or ells lying hiden in sum corner of his hose Yf it be not alredie dropped out of his nose For as I doubt not but you haue hard beforne A more dastard couerd knaue was neuer borne Ienkin Careawaie The diuell set the house a fier , I trowe it is a curste When a man ●ath most hast he spedith worst Yf I bee robed , or slayne , or any harme geate The fault is in them that dothe not me in lete And I durst ieoperd , an hunderīd pounde That sum bauderie might now within be founde But except sum of them come the soner I shall knocke suche a peale , that al englond shal wō●er ¶ Iake iugler Knoke at the gate hardelye agayne if thou dare And seing thou wolt not bye faire words beware Now fistes , me thinketh yesterdaye .vii. yers past That four men a sleepe at my fete you cast And this same day you dyd no maner good Nor were not washen in warme blod Ienkin Careawaie What whorson is this that washith in warme blod Sum diuell broken loose , out of hell for wood Four hath he slayne , and now well I see That it must be my chaunce the fift to bee But rather then thus shamfullye too be slayne wold Christ my frends had hanged me being but yers .ii And yet if I take good hart and be bolde Percace he wolbe more sobre and coulde ¶ Iake iugler Now handes bestur you about his lyppes and face And streake out all hi● hi●teth without any grace Gentelma● are you disposed to eare any fist mete Ienkin Careawaye I haue supped I thanke you syr and lyst not to eate Geue it to them that are haungrie if you be wyse ¶ Iacke iugler . Yet shall do a man of your d●et no harme to suppe twise This shal be your Chise , to make your merdigest For I tell you thes handes weighith of the best Ienkin Careawaye I shall neuer escape see how he waghith his handes ¶ Iacke iugler with a stroke they wyll lay a 〈◊〉 in our ladye b●an● And this day yet they haue done no g●●d at all Ienkine Car●awaye Ere thou assaye them on mee , I praie thee lame them on the wal But speake you all this in earnest , or in game Yf yo● be angrie with me trulye you are to blame For haue you any iust quarell to mee ¶ Iake iugler Eer thou and I parte that wol I shew thee Ienkin Careawaye Or haue I doone you any maner displeasure ¶ Iake iugler Ere thou and I parte thou shalt know , y● maist besure Ienkin Careawaye By my faith yf thou be angrie without a cause You shall haue a mendes made with a cople of straus By thee I sette what soeuer thou arte But for thy displeasure I care not a farte May a man demaund whose seruant you bee ¶ Iacke iugler My maisters seruaunt I am for veritie Ienkin Careawaye what busynes haue you at thys place now Iacke iugler Nay mary tell me what busynes hast thou For I am commaunded for to watche & giue diligence That in my good maister Boungraces absence Noo misfortune may happen to his house sertayne Ienkin Careawaye well now I am cume , you may go hens agayne And thanke them that somuch for my maister hath doone Sewing them that the seruants of the house be cume home For I am of the house , and now in woll I goo ¶ Iacke iugler I cannot tell whether thou be of the house or noo But goo no nere , lest I handle thee like a strainger Thanke no man but thy selfe , if thou be in any daunger ¶ Ienkine Careawaye Marye I defye thee , and planly vnto thee tell That I am a seruaunt of this house , and here I dwell Iacke iugler Now soo god me snache , but thou goo thee waies Whille thou mayest , for this fortie d●yes I ●hall make thee not able to goo nor ryde But in a dungcart or a whilberow liyng on on syde ¶ Ienken Careawaie I am a seruaunt of this house by thes .x. bons Iacke iugler Noo more prating but geat thee hens at towns Ienkin Careawaye Why my mayster hath sent me home in his message Iacke iugler Pike and walke a knaue , here a waye is no passage ¶ Ienkin Careawaie What wilt thou let me from my nowne maistirs house ●Iacke iugler Be tredging , or in faith you ●ere me a souse Here my mayster and I haue our habitacion A●d hath continually dwelled in this mansyon At the least this doos●n yers and od And here wol we end our lyues by the grace of god ¶ Ienkin Careawaye Why then where shall my maister and I dwell Iacke iugler At the Dyuell yf you lust , I can not tell ¶ Ienken Careawaye In nomine patris , now this geare doth passe For a litel before supper here our house was And this day in the morning I wol on a boke swer That my maister and I both dwelleyd here ¶ Iake iugler Who is thy mayster tell me with out lye And thine owne name also let me knowe shortlie For my maysters all , let me haue the blame Yf this knaue kno his master or his owne name Caerawaye My maisters name is maister Boungrace I haue dwelled with him a longe space And I am ienkin Careawaye his page ¶ Iake iugler . What ye drunkin knaue begin you to rage Take that , art thou maister Boungracis page Careawaie Yf I be not , I haue made a verye good viage ¶ Iacke iugler . Darest thou too my face saye thou art I Careawaye I wolde it were true and no lye For then thou sholdest smart , and I should bet Where as now I do all the blowes get ¶ Iacke iugler And is maister Boungrace thy maister doest y●●hen saye Careawaye I woll swere on a booke , he was ons this daye ¶ Iacke iugler And for that thou shalt sum what haue Beca●se thou presumest , like a saucye lying knaue To saye my maister is thyne ? who is thy maister now ? Careawaie . By my trouthe syr who so euer please you I am your owne , for you bete me soo As no man but my mayster sholde doo Iake iugler I woll handle thee better if faut be not in fyst Careawaie Helpe saue my life maisters for the passion of christ Iacke iugler Why thou lowsy thefe doest thou crye and rare Careawaye No fayth I woll not crye one whit more Saue my lyfe helpe , or I am slaine Iacke iugler Ye doest thou make a romeringe yet a gayne Dyd not I byde the holde thy peace Careawaie In faith now I leaue crieng , now I sease helpe , helpe , ¶ Iacke iugler Who is thy maister Careawaye Mayster Boungrace ¶ Iacke iugler I woll make the chaung the song , ere wee pas this place For he is my maister , and a gaine to see I saye That I am his ienkin Careawaye Who art thou now tell me plaine Careawaye Noo bodye , but whome please you sertayne Iacke iugler Thou saydest euen now thy name was Careawaie Careawaye I crye you marcy syr , and forgiuenes praye I said a mysse because it was soo too daye And thought it should haue continued alwaies Like a fole as I am and a dronken knaue But in faith syr yee se all the wytte I haue Therfore I beseche you do me no more blame But giue me a new maister , and an other name For it wold greue my hart soo helpe me god To runne about the stretes like a maisterlis nod ¶ Iake iugler I am he that thou saydest thou were And maister boungrace is my maister that dweleth heare thou art no poynt Careawaye thi witts do thee faylle Careawaye Ye mary syr you haue bette them doune into my taylle But syr myght I be bolde to saye on thyng Without any bloues , and without any beatynge ¶ Iake iugler Truce for a whyle say one what thy lust Careawaye May a man too your honeste by your woord trust I pray you swere by the masse you woll do me no yll ¶ iacke iugler By my faith I promise pardone thee I woll Careawaye What and you kepe no promise . Ia iugler , then vpon ca● I praie god light as much or more as hath on y● to daye Careawaye Now dare I speake so mote I thee Maister boungrace is my maister , and the name of mee is ienken careaway , iacke iugler . What saiest thou soo careawaye And yf thou wilt strike me , and breake thy promise , doo And beate on mee , tyll I stinke , and tyll I dye And yet woll I still saye that I am I ¶ iacke iugler This bedlem knaue without dought is mad ¶ Careawaye No by god for all that I am a wyse lad And can cale to rememberaunce euery thynge That I dyd this daye , sithe my vprisynge For went not I wyth my mayster to daye Erly in the morning to the Tenis playe ? At noone whyle my maister at his dynner sate Played not I at Dice at the gentylmans gate Did not I wayte on my maister to supper ward And I thinke I was not chaunged the way hōward Or ells if thou thinke I lye Aske in the stret of them that I came bye And sith that I cam hether into your presens what man lyuing could carye me hens I remember I was sent to fetche my maisteris And what I deuised to saue me harmeles Doo not I speake now is not this my hande Be not these my feet that on this ground stand ? Did not this other knaue her knoke me about the hede ? And beat me tyll I was almost dede ? How may it then bee , that he should bee I ? Or I not my selfe it is a shamfull lye I woll home to our house , whosoeuer say naye For surelye my name is ienkin Careawaye ¶ Iacke Iugler . I wol make thee say otherwise ere we depart if we can ¶ Ienkin Careawaye Nay that woll I not in faith for no man Except thou tell me what I thou hast doone Euer syth fiue of the cloke this after noon : Reherse me all that with out anye lye And then I woll confesse that thou art I Iacke iugler When my maister came to the gentylmans place He commaunded me too rune home a great pace Too fet thyther my maisteris and by the waye I dyd a good whyle at the bukelers playe Then came I by a wife that did costerds sell And cast downe hir basket fayre and well And gathered as many as I could gete And put theim in my sleue here they bee yet ¶ Careawaie How the diuell should they cume there For I dyd them all in my owne sleue bere He l●eth not a worde in all this Nor dothe in any one poynt myse For ought I se yet betwene erneste and game I must go sike me a nother name But thou mightest see al this , tel the rest that is behind And there I know I shal thee a lyer fynd Iacke iugler I ran thence homeward a contrarye waye And wheth●r I stoped there or naye I could tell if me lusteth a good token But it may not very well be spoken Ienkin Careawaye Noo may I praye thee let no man that here But tell it me priuelye in mine ere Iacke iugler I thou lost all thy mony at dice christ geue it his curse wel and truelye pycked before out of an other mans p●rse ¶ Ienken Careawaie Godes bodye horeson thefe who tolde thee that same Sum cunning diuell is with in thee payne of shame In nomine patris , god and our blessed ladye Now and euermore saue me from thy cumpanye ¶ Iacke iugler How now art thou Careawaye or not Careawaye By the lorde I doubte , but sayest thou nay to that Iacke iugler . Ye mary I tell thee care awaye is my name ¶ Careawaye And by these tene bones myne is the same Or ells tell me yf I be not hee What my name frome hensforth shall bee iacke iugler By my fayth the same that it was before Whan I lust too be Careawaye no more Looke well vpon me , and thou shalt see as now That I am ienkyne Careawaye and not thou Looke well a pon me , and by euerye thyng Thou shalt well know that I make no leasing . Careawaye I se it is soo without any doubte But how the dyuell came it a boute W●o soo in England lokethe on him stedelye Sall perceiue plainlye that he is I I haue sene my selfe a thousand times in a glasse But soo lyke myselfe as he is neuer was He hath in euerye poynt my clothing & mi geare My hed , my cape , my shirt and notted heare And of the same coloure , my yes , nose and lyppes Muche 〈…〉 nea●e , feete , leges , and hippes Of the same statute , and hyght and age And is in euery poynt maister Boungrace page That if he haue a hole in his tayle He is euen I myne owne selfe without any faile And yet when I remembre I wot not how The same man that I haue euer bine methinkith I am now I know mi maister , & his house , & my fiue witts I haue Why then should I giue credence to this folishe knaue That nothing entendith but me delude and mooke For whom should I feare at my masters gate to knoke Iacke iugler Thinkest t●ou I haue sayde all this in game Goo or I shall send the hens in the dyuills name A voyde thou lousye lurden & precious stinking slaue that n●ther thi name knowest nor canst ani maister haue wine shakin , pilorye peepours , of lice not without a pecke Hens or by gods precious I shall breake thy necke ¶ Careawaye Then mayster I besiche you hartylye take the payne Yf I be found in any place too bringe me to me againe Now is not this a wonderfull case That no man should lease him selfe soo in ony place Haue any of you harde of suche a thyng here to fore No nor neuer shall I dare saie from hensforth any more ¶ Iacke iugler whyle he museth an iudgeth him selfe apon I wo●l stele a waye for a whyle and let him a loon Careawaie Good lorde of heuine , where dyd I my selfe leaue Or who did me of my name by the waye bereue For I am sure of this in my mynde That I dyd in no place leue my selfe byhinde Yf I had my name played a waye at dyce Or had sold my selfe to any man at a pryce Or had made a fray and had lost it in fyghtyng Or it had byne stolne from me sleaping It had byne a matter and I wold haue kept pacience But it spiteth my hart to haue lost it by suche open negligence Ah thou horesone drousie drunken sote Yt were an almes dyde to walke thy cote And I shrew him that wold for thee be sorye Too see thee well curryed by and by And by Chryst if any man wold it doo I my selfe wold helpe there too For a man may see thou horesone goose Thou woldest lyse thyne arse if it were loose Albeit I wolde neuer the dyde beleue But that the thing it selfe doth shewe and pryue There was neuer Ape so lyke vnto an Ape As he is to me in feature , and shape But what woll my maister say trow ye When he shall this geare here and see Wyl he know me thinke yo● , when he shal se me Yf he do not a nother woll as good as he But where is that other I ? whether is he gon To my mayster by cock●s precius passion Eyther to put me out of my place Or too accuse me to my maister Boungrace But I woll after as fast as I can flee I trust to be there as soone as hee That yf my mayster be not redye home to come I woll be here agayne as fast as I can rune I● any wyse to speake with my maysteris Or ells I shall neuer escape hanging dubtles Dame Coye I shall not suppe this night full wel I see For as yet noo bodie ●umithe for to fet me● But good ynough let me alone I woll bee euen with theim euery chone I saye nothing , but I thinke sum what I wis Sum ther bee that shall here of this Of al vnkind & churlishe husbands this is the cast To let ther wyues se● at home and fast While they bee forth and make good cheare Pastime , and sporte , as now he doth there But yf I were a wyse woman , as I am a mome I shold make my selfe as good chere at home But if he haue thus vnkindlye serued mee I woll not forget it this monethis three And if I west the fault were in him , I pray god I be ded But he shoulde haue suche a kyrie , ere he went too bed As he neuer had before in all his lyfe Nor any man ells haue had of his wy●e I wolde rate him and shake him after such a sorte As sholde be to him a corrasiue , full lytle to his cumforte A●●s trippe and goo Yf I may be so bolde by your ma●sterishps lyeens As too speake and shew my mynde and sentence I thinke of this you may the boye thanke For I know that he playeth you many a lyke pranke And that wolde you saye , yf you knew as mu●ch as wee That his daylye conuersacion and byhauiore s●e For yf you comm●●●d him to goo speake with sum one Yt is an houre ere he wolbe gone Then woll he rune forth , and playe in the strete And cume a gaine and say that he cannot with him mete Dame Coye Naye , naye , it is his maisters playe He seruithe me soo almost euerye third daye But I wolbe euen with him as god geue me ioy And yet the fault may be● in the boye As vngracious a graft●● met I thriue As any goeth on goddes g●●●●d a●yue Careawaye : My witte is breched insuche a brake That I cannot deuise what way is best to take I was almost as fare as my maister is But then I begane to remember ●his And to cast the worst as on in ●ere ●f he chaunce to see mee and kepe me there Til he cum him selfe , & speake with mi masteris Than am I lyke to bee in shrewd dystres yet were I better thought I to turne hom again And fyrst speake with her certayne Cockes bodie yonder she standeth at the dore Now is it wourse then it was before Wold christ I could get againe out of hir sight For I see be her looke she is disposid to fyght Bi the lord she hath ther an angrie shrewes lo●e Dame coye Loe yender cumithe that vnhappye hooke Careawaye God saue you maysteris doo you know me well Dame coye Cume nere hither vnto mee , and I shall thee tell Why thou noughtie vyllan is that thy gyse To gest with thy maisteris in suche wise take that to begyne with , and god before when thy maister cumith home thou shalt haue more For he told me when he forth wente That thou shouldest cume bake a gaine inconfinente To brynge me to supper where he now is And thou hast plaid by the waie , & thei haue don bi this But no force I shall thou mayst trust mee Teache all naughtie knaues to beware by thee Careawaye For sothe maisteris yf you knew as much as I ye woulde not be with me halfe so angrie For the faulte is neither in mi maister nor in me nor you But in an other knaue that was here euen now And his name was ienkin Careawaie Dame coye What I see my man is disposid to playe I wine he be dronken or mad I make god a vou ¶ Careawaie Nay I haue byn made sobre and tame I now I was neuer so handelid before in all my lyfe I would euery man in England had so beat me his wife I haue forgotten with tousing by the here What I deuised to say a lytle ere Dame coye Haue I lost my supper this night through thi negligence ¶ Careawaye Nay then wer I a knaue misteries , sauing your reuerence Dame coye Why I am sure that by this time it is doone Careawaye Ye that it is more then an our agone Dame coye And was not thou sent-to feache mee theyth●r Careawaye Yes and had cume right quiklie hither But that by the waye I had a gret fall And my name , body shape legges and all And meat with one , that from me did it ●●elle But be god he and I sum bloues dyd deale I wolde he were now before your gate For you wold poumile him ioylile about the pate Dame Coye Truelye this wage ●astie is either drunken or mad Careawaye Neuer man soffred so mutche wrong as I had But maisteris I should saye a thinge to you Tary it wol cum to my remembrence euen now I must nidd●s vse a substanciall premeditacion For the matter lyeth gretylie me a pon I besiche your maisterishipe of pardon and forgiuenes Desyering you to impute it to my simple & rude dul●nes I haue forgotten what I haue thought to haue sayed And am therof full ill a paied But whan I lost my selfe I knew verie well I lost also that I should you tell Dame Coye Why thou wrechid villen doest thou me scorne and moke To make me to these folke a laufyng stocke Ere thou go out of my handes y● shalt haue sum thynge And I woll rekine better in the mornynge Careawaie . And yf you bete mee maysteris a vise you For I am none of your seruaunts now That other I is now your page And I am no long●r in your bondage Dame Coye Now walke precious thife get thee out of my syght And I charge thee cum in my presens no more this night Get thee hens and wayte on thy maister at on s ¶ Careawaie Mary syr this is handeling for the noons I wold I had byn hanged before that I was lost I was neuer this canuased and tost That if my maister on his part also Handle me as my maisteris and the other I do I shall surelye be killed bitwine theim thre And all the diuels in hell shal not saue me But yet if the other I might haue with me parte All this wold neuer greue my harte Iacke iugler Hou saye you maisters I pray you tell Haue not I requited my marchent well Haue not I handelyd hym after a good sort Had it not byne pytie to haue lost this sporte A none his maister on his behalphe You shall see how he woll handle the calphe yf he throughlye angered bee He woll make him smart so mot I thee I wold not for the price of a new payre of shone That any parte of this had bynne vndune But now I haue reu●nged my quarell I woll go do of this myne apparell And now let Careawaye be Careawaye againe I haue done with that name now certayne Exc●pt perauenture I shall take the selfe same wede Sum other tyme agayne for a like cause and nede Boungrace Why then darist thou to presume too tell mee That I know is no wyse possible for to bee Careawaye Now by my truth master I haue told you no lie And all these folkes knowith as well as I I had nosooner knoked at the gate But straight wayes he had me by the pate Therfore yf you bet me tyll I fart & shyt againe you shall not cause me for any payne But I woll affirme as I said before That when I came nere a nother stode at the dore . Boungrace Why the naughtye villaine darest that affirme to me that which was neuer sene nor hereafter shal be That one man may haue too bodies & two faces And that one man at on time may be in too plaeis Tell me drankest thou any where by the waye Careawaie I shreue me if I dranke any more than twise to day Tyll I met euen now with that other I And with him I supped and dranke truelye But as for you yf you gaue me drinke and meat As oftentymes as you do me beat I were the best fed page in all this Cytie But as touchyng that , you haue on me no pitye And not onlye I but all that do you sarue For meat and dry●ke may rather starue Boungrace What you saucye malyp●rt knane Begine you with your maister to prat andraue your tonge is lyberall and all out of frame I must niddes coung●r it and make it tame wher is the other Careawai ● thou said was here Careawaye Now by my chrystendome syr I wont nere Boungrace Why canst thou fynde no man to moke but mee ¶ Careawaye I moke you not maister soo mo● I thee Euerye word was trew that I you tolde Boungrace Nay I know toyes and pranke of olde And now thou art not satisfyed nor content Without regarde of my biddinges and commaundiment To ha●e plaied by the waie as a leude knowe & negligent When I thee on my message home sent But also woldest willinglye me delude & moke And make me to all wyse men a laughyng stoke shewing me suche thinges as in no wise be maie To the intent thy leudues mai turne to iest & play Therfore if thou speake any such thing to me againe I promyse it shal be vnto thy payne Careawaye Loo is not he in myserable ca●e That sarueth suche a maister in any place that with force wol compel him the thing to denie That he knoweth true , and hath sine with his ye Boungrace Was it not troiest thouthine owne shadoe ¶ Careawaye My shadoo could neuer haue beten me soo Boungrace Why by what reason possible may suche a thyng bee ¶ Careawaye Nay I maruael and wonder at it more than ye And at the fyrst it dyd me curstelye mea●e Nor I wold myne owne yes in no wyse belyue Untyll that other I beate me soo That he made me beliue it whither i wold or no And if he had your selfe now within his reache He wold make you say so too or ells be shite your breach ¶ Maister Boungrace I durst a good mede , and a wager laye That thou laiest doune and sleppest by the waie And ●remidall this that thou haste me tolde ¶ Careawaie Daye there you lye master if I might be so bold But we ryse so erlye that yf I hadde I hadde doone well and a wyse ladde yet mayster I wolde you vnder stood T●at I haue all wayes byn trusty and good And flye as fast as a bere in a cage When so euer you sende me in your message in faythe as for this that I haue tolde you I sawe and felte it as waking as I am nowe For I had noo soner knocked at the gate But the other I knaue had mee by the pate A●d I durst to you one a boke swere That he had byn watching for mee there Longe ere I came hyden in sum pryuye place E●en for the nons too haue me by the face Maister boungrace Why then thou speakest not with my wyfe ¶ Careawaye No that I dyd not mai●ter by my lyfe Untyll that other I was gone And then my maister●s sent me after a no●e To waight on you home in the dyuelles name I wene the dyuell neuer so beate his dame Maister boungrace And where became that other Careawaye Careawaye By myne honestie syr I cannot saye But I warrant he is now not far hens He is here amonge this cumpany for .xl. pens Maister boungrace Hence attonce sike and smell him out I shall rape thee on the lying knanes snought I woll not bee deludyd with such a glosing lye Nor giue credens tyll I see it with my oune iye Careawaie . Trulye good syr by your maistershipps fauoure I cannot well fynd a knaue by the sauoure Many here smell strong but none so ranke as he A stronger sented knaue then he was cannot bee But syr yf he be happelye founde anone What a mends shal I haue for that you haue me don Maister boungrace If he may befound I shall walke his cote Careawaie Ye for our ladi sake syr I bisiche you spare him not For it is sum false knaue withouten doubt I had rath●r than .xl. pens we could find him out For yf a man maye beliue a glase Euin my verie oune selfe it was . And here he was but euyn right now And steped a waye sodenlie I wat not how Of such a other thing I haue nether hard ne sene By our blyssyd lady heauen q●ene Maister boungrace Plainelye it was thy shadow that thou didest se For in faith the other thyng is not possible to be Careawaye Yes in good faith syr by your leaue I know it was I by my apples in my sleue And speakith as like me as euer you harde Suche here , such a Cape , such Hose and cote And in eueri thing as iust as .iiii. pens to a grot That if he were here you should well see That you could not discern nor know him from me For thinke you that I do not my selfe knowe I am not so folishe a knaue I trowe Let who woll looke him by and by And he woll depose vpon a boke that he is I And I dare well say you woll saye the same For he called hym selfe by my owne name And tolde me all that I haue done Sith fyue of the cloke this after none He could tell when you were to supper sete you send me home my maisteris to fete And shewed me al thinges that I dyd by the waie Boungrace What was that Careawaie How I dyd at the Bukelers playe And whan I scaterid a basket of apples from a ●●al And gethered them into my sleue all And how I played after that also Boungrace Thou shalt haue by therfore so mote I go Is that the guise of a trustie page To playe when he is sent on his maisters message Dame coye Laye on and spare not for the loue of chryst Ioll his hed to a post , and fauoure your fyste Now for my sake swete hart spare & fauoure your hand ●nd lay him● about the rybbes with this wande ¶ Careawaye Now marcy that I aske of you both twaine Saue my lyfe and let me not be slayne I haue had beting ynough for one daye That a mischife take the other me Careawayne That if euer he cume to my handes agayne I wis it shal be to his payne But I maruayll greatlye by our lorde Ihesus How he I escapid , I me beat me thus And is not he I an vnkind knaue That woll no more pytie on my selfe haue Here may you see , euidentlye ywis That in him me no drope of houestie is Now a ●●ngaūce light on suche a churles knaue That no more loue toward my selfe haue Dame coye I knew verye wel swite hart & saied right now That no fault therof should be in you Boungrace No truelye good h●dfelow , I were then mutch vnkinde yf you at any tyme should be out of my mynde Dame Coye Surelye I haue of you a great treasure For you do all thinges which may be to my pleasure Boungrace I am sory that your chaunce hath now byne so yll I wolde gladly byne vnsupped , soe you had your fyll But goo we in pigesnie that you may suppe you bane cause now to thanke this same hange vppe For had not he byne you had faryd very well Dame Coye I bequeth him with a hot vengaunce to the diuell of hell And hartelye I besiche him that hanged on the rode That he neuer eate nor drynke , that may do him good And that he dye a shamefull dethe sauing my cheryte ¶ Careawaie I pray god send him suche prosperitie That hath caused me to haue all this busines But yet syrs you see the charitye of my maistris She liueth after a wonderfull cheritable facion For I assure you she is alwayes in this passion And scacelye on daye throughout the hole yere She woll wyshe any man better chere And sum tyme yf she well angred bee I pray god ( woll she saye ) the house may sinke vnder mee But maysters yf you happen to see that other I As that you shall it is not verye likelye Nor I woll not desyre you for him purposelye to looke For it is an vncomperable vnhappye hooke And if it be I , you might happin to seeke And not fynd me out in an hole weeke For whan I was wonte to rune a waye I vsed not to cum a gayne in lesse than a moneth or tway Houbeit for all this I thinke it be not I For to shew the matter in dyde trulye I neuer vse to rune awaye in wynter nor in vere But all wayes in suche tyme and season of the yere When honye lyeth in the hiues of Bees And all maner frute falleth from the trees As Apples , Nuttes , Peres , and plummes also Wherby a boye maye liue a brod a moneth or two This cast do I vse I woll not with you fayne Therfore I wonder if he be I sertaine But and if he be , and you mete me a brod by chaunce Send me home to my waister with a vengaunce And shew him if he cume not ere to morowe night I woll neuer receyue him agayne if I myght And in the meane time I woll giue him a grote That woll well and thryftelye walke his cote For a more vngracious knaue is not euen now Bytwene this place and Calycow Nor a more frantike mad knaue in bedelem Nor a more folle hence to Iherusalem That if to cume agayne , parcace he shall refuse I woll continew as I am and let hym choose And but he cum the soner by our lady bright He shall lye without the dores all nyght For I woll shit vp the gate , and get me to bede For I promisse you I haue a very gydie hede I nede no supper for this nyght Nor wolde eate no meat though I myght And for you also maister I thinke I best you go to bede , and take your rest For who of you had byn handelid as I haue ben wold not be long out of his bede I ween No more woll I but stele out of s●ght I praye god geue you all good nyght And send you better hape , and fortune Then to lesse your selfe home ward as I haue don Sumwhat it was sayeth the prouerbe olde That the Catte winked when here iye was out That is to say● no tale can be tolde But that sum Englyshe maye be piked therof out yf so to serche the laten & ground of it men wil go aboute As thi● 〈◊〉 enterlud that before you hath bine rehersed May signifie sum further meaning if it be well serched Such is the fashyon of the worlde now a dayes That the symple innosaintes as deluded And an hundred thousand diuers wayes By suttle and craftye meanes shamefullie abused . And by strength force , and violence oft tymes compelled To beliue and saye the moune is made of a grene c●●se Or ells haue great harme , and parcace their life lese And an olde saying it is , that most tymes myght Force , strength , power , & colorable subtlete Do the oppre●se , dybare , ouercum and defeate ryght Though that cause stand neuer so greatlye against equite and the truth therof be knowen for neuer so y it cert●●ntye ye & the pore semple innocent that hath had wrong & in●uri Must cal the other his good maister for shewing hym such marcye And as it is daylie syne for fere of ferther disprofite He must that man his best frende and maister call Of whome he neuer receiued any maner benefite And at whose hand he neuer han any good at all And must graunt , affirme , or denie , what so euer he shall He must saye the Croue is whight , yf he be so commaunded ye and that he him selfe is into a nother body chaunged He must saye he dyd a mysse , though he 〈…〉 d●●ffee● He must aske forgeuenes , where he did not d●●part Or ells be in troble , care and meserye with out ende And he cast in sum arrierage , without ●y gra●e And that thing he sawe done before his 〈◊〉 ●ace He must by compulsion , sufelie de●●e And for feare whether he woll or not 〈◊〉 tonge 〈…〉 And in euerye faculte , this thing is put in 〈◊〉 And is so vniuersall that I nede no one to name And as I fere is like euermore to endure For it is in all faculties a coniuryie sports and game The weker to saie as that stronger biddeth , or to haue ●lai● As a cunning sophist woll by argument bring to passe That the rude shal confesse , and gra●●● himselfe an 〈◊〉 And this is the daylie exoe●●●e , and practise of their scoles And not emongs them onlie , but also emong all others The stronger to compell and wake ●ee●e symple foles To say as they commaund them in all maner matiers I woll name none particular , but set them all togithers with out any exception , for I praye you shewe me one Emonges al in the worlde that vsethe not suche fasion He that is stronger and more of power and might Yf he be disposed to reuenge his cau●● woll sone pike a quarell be it wronge b● right To the inferior and we 〈◊〉 for a 〈◊〉 of straues And woll agaynst him so extremelie lay the lawes That he wol put him to the worse , other by false iniurie Or by some craft and subtelete , or ells by plaine teranie As you sawe right now , by example playne An other felowe being a counterfeat page Brought the gentylmans seruaunt out of his brayne And made him graunt the him selfe was fallen in dotag● Bary●g him selfe in haud that he dyd rage And when he could not bryng that to passe by reason He made him graunt it , and saye by compulsyon Therfore happy are they that can beware Into whose handes they fall by any suche chaunce which if they do , they hardlye escape care Troble , Miserye , and wofull greuaunce And thus I make an end , committing you to his gidaū That made , & redemed vs al , and to you that be now hert I praye god graunt , and send many a good newe yere . Finis .