THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



Pise. Marry, e'en eat him to supper. We '11 go 

 to my hostess from whence we came. She told 

 me, as I was going out of door, that my brother 

 Peter, a good angler and a cheerful companion, 

 had sent word he would lodge there to-night, and 

 bring a friend with him. My hostess has two beds, 

 and I know you and I have the best ; we '11 rejoice 

 with my brother Peter and his friend, tell tales, or 

 sing ballads, or make a catch, or find some harm- 

 less sport to content us, and pass away a little time 

 without offence to God or man. 



Ven. A match, good master. Let 's go to that 

 house ; for the linen looks white, and smells of 

 lavender, and I long to lie in a pair of sheets that 

 smell so. Let 's be going, good master, for I am 

 hungry again with fishing. 



Pise. Nay, stay a little, good scholar. I caught 

 my last trout with a worm. Now I will put on a 

 minnow, and try a quarter of an hour about yon- 

 der trees for another, and so walk towards our 

 lodging. Look you, scholar, thereabout we shall 

 have a bite presently or not at all. Have with 

 you, sir, o' my word I have hold of him. Oh ! it 

 is a great logger-headed chub ; come, hang him 

 upon that willow twig, and let 's be going. But 

 turn out of the way a little, good scholar, toward 

 yonder high honeysuckle hedge ; there we '11 sit 

 and sing, whilst this shower falls so gently upon 

 the teeming earth, and gives yet a sweeter smell 

 to the lovely flowers that adorn these verdant 

 meadows. 



