CHAP. iv. THE THIRD DAY. 6r 



or you will never make a good angleiv But what say you 

 now ? There . is a trout now, and a good one too, if I can 

 but hold him, and two or three more turns will tire him. 

 Now you see he lies still, and the sleight is, to land him ; 

 reach me that landing net; so, sir, now he is mine own, 

 what say you now? Is not this worth all my labour and your 

 patience? 



VEN. On my word, master, this is a gallant trout ; what shall 

 we do with him ? 



PlSC. Marry, e'en eat frim to supper; we'll go to my 

 hostess, from whence we came ; she told me, as I was going out 

 of door, that my brother Peter, a good angler and a cheerful 

 companion, had sent word that he would lodge there to-night, 

 and bring a friend with him. My Jjostess has two beds, and^ I 

 know yqujmd T may l)pvp the best ; we'll rejoice with my brother 

 Peter and his friend, tell tales, or sing ballads, or make a catch, 

 or find some harmless sport to content us and pass away a little 

 time, without offence to God or man. 



~VF.-NT. AjTigtrh, ffQQji master/let's go to that house; for jhe 

 linen looks white, and smells of lavender, and I love to lie in a 

 pair of sheets that smell so. Let's be going, good master, for 

 ram himgryjagain with fishing. 



PlScT^Nay^ staylTTTttle, good scholar ; I caught my last trout 

 with a worm ; now I will put on a minnow, and try a quarter of 

 an hour about yonder trees for another; and so walk towards 

 our lodging. Look you, scholar, thereabout we shall have a 

 bite presently or not at all. Have with you, sir ! o' my word I 

 have hold of him. Oh ! it is a great logger-headed chub; come 

 hang him upon that willow twig, and let's be going. But turn 

 out of the way a little, good scholar ! towards yonder high 

 honeysuckle hedge; there we'll sit and sing, whilst this 

 shojy_ejL falls so gently upon the teeming earth, and gives yet 

 a sweeter smell to the lovely flowers that adorn these verdant 

 meadows. 



Look 1 under that broad beech tree I sat down when I was last 

 thjs way a-fishing. And the birds in the adjoining grove seemed 

 to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice 



