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Bill but here come Leister and Otter. Arouse thee, 

 Tim, and let us give noble greeting to these night- 

 birds. I engage to swallow the whole host of their 

 spoils, were it even ten finger-loads. 



Enter OTTER and LEISTER. 



May. Thou wilt have a dainty supper, Doctor. A 

 dead dog ! by the eye of the Cyclops ! 



Leister. wise Bill ! most sapient May-fly ! 



May. Is it not a cur, masters ? 



Swivel. Bah ! Bill, art thou a hedgehog ? 'tis an 

 otter, man ! The Tritons have had sport rare sport. 

 Egad ! boys, ye are in the eyeball of Fortune ; she is 

 your mistress. Fish too, and oh ! Gaff, pull the 

 blanket from thy temples, and have a peep at this 

 trout ! Saw you, Hackle, ever such a fly-sucker ? he 

 is the Ammon among those other fishes, and seems as 

 if he had sailed down Niagara, or was lessoned into 

 prodigiousness among the waters of the Mississippi ! I 

 love the sight of him. 'Tis a heart-stirrer, and causes 

 jealousy. I am in humour to massacre ye both, be- 

 cause of your nocturnal achievements. More whisky, 

 Meg ! It becomes us to drown our vexation, and you, 

 mighty twain, to demolish before birth the effects of 

 the night air. This brute must be stuffed and incased ; 

 'twill form a befitting ornament to the walls of our 

 Club-hall, and will match magnificently with our 

 gorgeous specimen of the Loch-Awe trout, weigh- 

 ing two stone, and altogether without a parallel in 



