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no other supply than some friendly admonish- 

 ments to reconcile you together. 



Theoph. What, no directions ; nor any farther 

 instructions ? 



Arn. If two to one be odds at football, and 

 against the rules and law of fair play, the very 

 thought on't would make me blush, and appear 

 shamefac'd, if but to think two anglers should at 

 once consult together to encounter one fish. 



Theoph. Then Tie fight him myself, and run 

 my own destiny. See where he comes, tumbling 

 and tossing, and volting himself in the stiffest 

 streams. Can no element contain his active vio- 

 lence ? Will he twist his tail to cut my line for 

 an experiment ? But this kind of cunning may 

 perchance defeat him ; he may prick his chaps 

 and yet miss my bait. 



Arn. And you may miss him, that won't stand 

 upon a trifle. 



Theoph. A trifle did you say ? He trifle him 

 no longer. Ha, boys ! he's gone again. 



Arn. I suppose he's gone where you can't come 

 at him ; and that's to the bottom for another in- 

 surrection. 



Theoph. So it appears, for he's invisible in a 

 moment. This is a kind of hocus pocus : Surely 

 I fancy he has outliv'd his time. 



Arn. Flatter not yourself with that fly-blown 

 opinion ; for I'm apt to perswade myself he'l live 



