Dag, 



CHAPTER III. 



PISCATOR. Good-morrow, Sir : what ! up and drest, so 

 early ? 



VIATOR. Yes, Sir, I have been drest this half hour : for I 

 rested so well, and have so great a mind either to take, or to see 

 a Trout taken in your fine river,* that I could no longer lie a-bed. 



PISCATOR. I am glad to see you so brisk this morning, and 

 so eager for sport : though I must tell you this day proves so 

 calm, and the sun rises so bright, as promises no great success 

 to the angler : but, however, we'll try, and, one way or other, we 

 shall, sure, do something. What will you have to your breakfast, 

 or what will you drink this morning ? 



VIATOR. For breakfast I never eat any, and for drink am 

 very indifferent ; but if you please to call for a glass of ale, I'm 

 for you : and let it be quickly, if you please, for I long to see the 

 little fishing-house you spoke of, and to be at my lesson. 



PISCATOR. Well, Sir, you see the ale is come without 



* Cotton's beautiful description of this river must here be brought to the reader's 

 recollection. 



Oh my beloved nymph ! fair Dove ; 



Princess of rivers, how I love 



Upon thy flowery banks to lie, 



And view thy silver stream, 



When gilded by a summer's beam, 



And in it all thy wanton fry 



Playing at liberty; 

 And with my Angle upon them, 



The all of treachery 

 I ever learn'd to practise and to try ! 



