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Wandle-weir, after the havoc committed by you 

 and Herl-broke ! 'Twere time, methinks, to put 

 the pannier aside with good will, instead of lusting 

 afresh, against law and reason. 



Swivel. The soul of an angler hath gone out of 

 thee, Bill. 



May. Not so, but its cravings, Doctor, are time- 

 subdued. I despise to be affected by the throbs 

 and longings of a school-boy heart, such as were 

 wont of old to accompany me, while trudging forth, 

 during play hours, to hitch otit minnows from a 

 water tank. 



Swivel. Then are you grown a philosopher, 

 Bill. 'Tis a change for the worse, an it be 

 true. We must have no stoics among us, Master 

 May-fly. 



May. A sapient resolution. Lead down the aqua, 

 JJoctor. What, Tim, anchored already ? and thou, 

 Master Hackle ? Replenish, I pray you, my merry 

 men all. 



Otter. Keep the concord, Bill, lest we bind and 

 bed thee. Free and good-humoured, without break 

 or brawl, should be our Feast of Farewells. No 

 apple of contention ought ever to lie upon its board! 

 It should be a sealing up of the friendships of the 

 year, that they may be kept faithful until we meet 

 again. But, gentlemen % 



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