The Compleat <Angler 



VIAT. I believe all things, sir, and 

 doubt nothing. Is this your beloved 

 river, Dove ? 'Tis clear and swift, in- 

 deed, but a very little one. 



Pise. You see it here at the worst ; 

 we shall come to it anon again, after 

 two miles riding, and so near as to lie 

 upon the very banks. 



VIAT. Would we were there once ; 

 but I hope we have no more of these 

 Alps to pass over. 



Pise. No, no, sir; only this ascent 

 before you, which you see is not very 

 uneasy, and then you will no more 

 quarrel with your way. 



VIAT. Well, if ever I come to 

 London (of which many a man there, 

 if he were in my place, would make a 

 question) I will sit down and write my 

 travels ; and, like Tom Coriate, print 

 them at my own charge. Pray, what 

 do you call this hill we came down ? 



Pise. We call it Hanson Toot. 



VIAT. Why, farewell, Hanson 

 Toot ! I'll no more on thee ; I'll 

 go twenty miles about first : Puh! 

 I sweat that my shirt sticks to my 

 back. 



Pise. Come, sir, now we are up 

 the hill ; and now how do you ? 



VIAT. Why, very well, I humbly 

 thank you, sir ; and warm enough, I 

 assure you. What have we here, a 

 church ? As I'm an honest man, a 

 very pretty church ? Have you 

 churches in this country, sir ? 



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