SECOND DAY. 57 



good fish just where the bank rises au 

 revoir. Simon will accompany you. 



[Exeunt. 



The Hawthorn Tree. SENEX, JULIAN, 

 SIMON PARADICE, meeting. 



S. Well, what sport? Your pannier, 

 I hope, is heavier than when I left you. 



J. Turn them out, Simon. I have not 

 been idle, you see. 



S. Faith, you have not. Six fine trouts, 

 and another chub. Like Corax, the rhe- 

 torician, I begin to fear I have bred a 

 scholar who excels his master. I have 

 killed only a brace ; but they are fine ones. 



J. They are indeed, and full fairly 

 worth my six ; but I am delighted with 

 my morning's work, which has given me 

 an appetite, I warrant you. 



S. Let us sit down. Hand me the 

 basket, Simon. What has good Mistress 

 Gerard provided for us ? A cold fowl, 



