The Fifth Day 179 



THE FIFTH DAY. 



PlSCATOR. Good-morrow, brother Peter, and the 

 like to you, honest Coridon. 



Come, my hostess says there is seven shillings to 

 pay : let's each man drink a pot for his morning's 

 draught, and lay down his two shillings, so that my 

 hostess may not have occasion to repent herself of 

 being so diligent, and using us so kindly. 



PETER. The motion is liked by everybody, and 

 so, hostess, here's your money : we anglers are all 

 beholden to you ; it will not be long ere I'll see you 

 again ; and now, brother Piscator, I wish you, and 

 my brother your scholar, a fair day and good fortune. 

 Come, Condon, this is our way. 



