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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 jour 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. 



Pet. A match. Come, Coridon ! you are ta be my 

 bed-fellow. 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 wa- 

 ter towards Ware. 



Pise. And my scholar and I will go down towards 

 Waltham. 



Cor. Then let's meet here ; for here are fresh sheets 

 that smell of lavender ; and I am sure we cannot expect 

 better meat, or better usage in any place. 



Pet. 'Tis a match. Good-night to every body. 

 Pise. And so say 1. 

 Ven. Anil so say I. 



Pise. Good morrow, good hostess ! I see my brother 

 Peter is still in bed : Come, give ray scholar arid me a 

 morning drink, and a bit of meat to breakfast : And be 

 sure to get a dish of meat or t\vo against supper, for we 

 shall come home as hungry as hawks. Come, scholar, 

 let's be goin. 



Yen. Well now ; good master ! as we walk towards 



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