195 ANGLERS' EVENINGS. 



appears to have taken accurate notes of every word spoken 

 and every song chanted, has told this in another chapter, 

 to wliich it is now time to turn. 



Chap. III.— J NICHT AT THE "LOCHINVARr 



PIS C A TOR, VENATOR, CORYDO.V, SCHOLAR, PETER. 



PiSC. — Well met, my brethren ; we are all here at last, 

 and your creels are laden with many a fish, I'll warrant 

 me. But before we count the trouts, let us to dinner ; for 

 I am weary of waiting, and you are all impatient to begin, 

 as I see by your hungry looks. 



Ven. — I am hungry indeed ; but first give us drink, 

 and then let us have dinner at once, and we'll eat it 

 cheerfully. I have sped so among the trouts, that I have 

 scarce tasted my luncheon, and others are like me, I know. 



Omnes. — Yes, let us to dinner first, and to the 

 weighing the trouts after. 



PiSC. — Well, now that our meat is eaten, and our 

 hearts be thankful, let me see the fish, and I will judge 

 who is the best angler. Let me have the creels ; what is 

 yours, brother Venator } 



Ven. — Marry, I have done fairly well ; here be eight 

 and twenty trouts, all over our limit of size. They look 

 well, see you. 



PiSC. — Right well done!- you have had good fortune, 

 brother. Who is the next .-' 



