92 THE COMPLETE ANGLER 



And thereunto my friend invite, 

 In whom I more than that delight : 



Who is more welcome to my dish 



Than to my angle was my fish. 



As well content no prize to take, 



As use of taken prize to make : 



For so our Lord was pleased, when 



He fishers made fishers of men ; 

 Where (which is in no other game) 

 A man may fish and praise His name. 



The first men that our Saviour dear 

 Did choose to wait upon Him here, 

 Bless'd fishers were, and fish the last 

 Food was that He on earth did taste : 

 I therefore strive to follow those 

 Whom He to follow Him hath chose. 



COR. Well sung, brother, you have paid your debt in 

 good coin. We anglers are all beholden to the good man 

 that made this song : come, hostess, give us more ale, and 

 let's drink to him. 



And now let's every one go to bed, that we may rise 

 early : but first let's pay our reckoning, for I will have 

 nothing to hinder me in the morning, for my purpose is 

 to prevent the sun-rising. 



PETER. A match. Come, Condon, you are to be my 

 bedfellow. I know, brother, you and your scholar will 

 lie together. But where shall we meet to-morrow-night ? 

 for my friend Coridon and I will go up the water towards 

 Ware. 



Pise. And my scholar and I will go down towards 

 Waltham. 



COR. Then let's meet here, for here are fresh sheets 

 that smell of lavender ; and I am sure we cannot expect 

 better meat or better usage in any place. 



PETER. Tis a match. Good night to everybody ! 



Pise. And so say I. 



VEN. And so say I. 



