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Is this your beloved river Dove ? Tis clear and 

 swift, indeed, but a very little one. 



Pise. You see it here at the worst ; we shall 

 come to it anon again after two miles riding, and so 

 near as to lie upon the very banks. 



Viat. Would we were there once ! But I hope 

 we have no more of these Alps to pass over. 



Pise. No, no, Sir, only this ascent before you, 

 which you see is not very uneasy ; and then you will 

 no more quarrel with your way. 



Viat. Well, if ever I come to London, of which 

 many a man there, if he were in my place would 

 make a question, I will sit down and write my 

 travels ; and, like Tom Coriate, print them at my 

 own charge. Pray what do you call this hill we 

 come down ? 



Pise. We call it Hanson Toot. 



Viat. Why, Farewell Hanson Toot ! I'll no more 

 on thee : I'll go twenty miles about first. Puh ! I 

 sweat, that my shirt sticks to my back. 



Pise. Come, Sir, now we are up the hill, and now 

 how do you ? 



Viat. Why very well, I humbly thank you, Sir, 

 and warm enough, I assure you. What have we 

 here, a Church ! As I'm an honest man, a very pretty 

 Church ! Have you Churches in this country, Sir ? 



Pise. You see we have : but, had you seen none, 

 why should you make that doubt Sir ? 



Viat. Why, if you will not be angry, I'll tell you 

 I thought myself a stage or two beyond Christendom. 



Pise. Come, come ! we'll reconcile you to our 



