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But yet, though while I fish I fast, 



I make good fortune my repast ; 



And thereunto my friend invite, 



In whom I more than that delight: 

 Who is more welcome to my dish 

 Than to my angle was my fish. 



As well content no prize to take, 



As use of taken prize to make , 



For so our Lord was pleased when 



He fishers made fishers of men, 



Where, which is in no other game, 

 A man may fish and praise his name. 



The first men that our Saviour dear 

 Did choose to wait upon him here, 

 Blest fishers were, and fish the last 

 Food was that he on earth did taste. 

 I therefore strive to follow those 

 Whom he to follow him hath chose. 



Cor. Well sung, brother ! you have paid your 

 debt in good coin. We anglers are all beholden 

 to the good man that made this song. Come, 

 hostess, give us more ale, and let 's drink to him. 



And now let 's every one go to bed, that we may 

 rise early : but first let 's pay our reckoning, for I 

 will have nothing to hinder me in the morning ; 

 for my purpose is to prevent the sun rising. 



Peter. A match. Come, Coridon, you are to be 

 my bedfellow. I know, brother, you and your 

 scholar will lie together. But where shall we meet 

 to-morrow night? for my friend Coridon and I 

 will go up the water towards Ware. 



