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  • Title: Jack Juggler (Quarto 1)
  • Editor: David Swain
  • Textual editor: Dr. Sarah Neville
  • Coordinating editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-490-5

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    Editor: David Swain
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    Jack Juggler (Quarto 1)

    Iake iugler
    Knoke at the gate hardelye againe if thou dare
    375And seing thou wolt not bie faire words beware
    Now fi stes, me thinkithe ye sterdaie .vii. yers pa st
    That four men a sleepe at my fete you ca st
    And this same daye you did noo manar good
    Nor were not wa shed in warme blod
    380 Ienkine Careawaie
    What whoreson is this yt wa shith in warme blod
    Sum diuell broken loose, out of hell for wood
    Four hath he slayne, and now well I see
    That it mu st be my thaunce the fift to bee
    385But rather then thus shamfullie too be slayne
    wold chry st my frinds had hanged me being but yers twã
    And yet yf I take good harte and be bolde
    Percace he wolbe the more sobre and coulde
    Iake iugler
    390Now handes be stur you about his lyppes & face
    And streake out all his teth without any grace
    Gentelman are you disposed to eate any fi st mete
    Ienkin Careawaye
    I haue supped I thanke you syr & ly st not to ete
    395Geue it to them that are hungrie if you be wyse
    Iacke iugler
    yet shall do a man of your dyet no harme to suppe twise
    This shalbe youre chise, to make your met dige st
    For I tell you thes handes weighith of the be st
    400 Ienkin Careawaye
    I shall neuer escape see how he waghith his handes
    Iake iugler
    with a stroke they wyll lay a knaue in our ladye boons
    And this day yet they haue done no good at all
    405 Ienkine Careawaye