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Now Sweetlips has her ; hold her, Sweetlips ! now 

 all the dogs have her, some above and some 

 under water ; but, now, now, she is tired, and 

 past losing. Come bring her to me, Sweetlips. 

 Look ! it is a bitch-otter, and she has lately 

 whelped. Let 's go to the place where she was 

 put down ; and not far from it you will find all 

 her young ones, I dare warrant you, and kill 

 them all too. 



Hunt. Come, gentlemen ! come all ; let 's go 

 to the place where we put down the otter. 

 Look you ! hereabout it was that she kennelled ; 

 look you ! here it was indeed ; for here are her 

 young ones, no less than five. Come, let us kill 

 them all. 



Pise. No, I pray, sir, save me one ; and I '11 

 try if I can make her tame, as I know an in- 

 genious gentleman in Leicestershire, Mr. Nich. 

 Seagrave, has done ; who hath not only made her 

 tame, but to catch fish, and do many other things 

 of much pleasure. 



Htmt. Take one, with all my heart ; but let us 

 kill the rest. And now let 's go to an honest ale- 

 house, where we may have a cup of good barley 

 wine, and sing " Old Rose," and all of us rejoice 

 together. 



Ven. Come, my friend Piscator, let me invite 

 you along with us. I'll bear your charges this 

 night, and you shall bear mine to-morrow, for 

 my intention is to accompany you a day or two in 

 fishing. 



