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besides I grow weary, and would fain horse him 

 out. 



Am. You may do what you please, you are 

 lord of your own exercise ; the law is in your 

 hand, manage with discretion. 



Theoph. He manage it with all the industry 

 I have. 



Am. Do so, and you will see the event. 



Theoph. Then have at all. 



Am. And what have you got ? 



Theoph. I have got nothing but the foot-steps 

 of folly. 



Am. And nothing out of nothing is folly in 

 the abstract ; was not I prophetick ? 



Theoph. An oracle too true to confirm my 

 loss ; for what have I left ? nothing but folly, 

 to lament and condole this fatal conclusion : to 

 be rob'd by a fish that I reckoned my reward : 

 is not this felony, to steal my tackle, and ruin an 

 angler ? but he's mark'd for my own, and let 

 whose will take him, lie challenge an interest. 



Am. That's very pleasant ; when another has 

 catch'd him, youl put in your claim. 



Theoph. So I will, where- e're I find him ; for 

 his marks I am sure will certainly betray him. 



Am. As if he wore your livery to no other 

 purpose than to describe his servitude. 



Theoph. So he does ; for my hook I am sure 



