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Pise. Look you, Sir, there is a trial of my skill ; there he 



is: 



that very Chub that I showed you with the white spot on his 

 tail ; and I '11 be as certain to make him a good dish of meat, 

 as I was to catch him. I '11 now lead you to an honest ale- 

 house, where we shall find a cleanly room, lavender in the 

 windows, and twenty ballads stuck about the wall : there my 

 hostess, which I may tell you is both cleanly, and handsome, 

 and civil, hath dressed many a one for me, and shall now dress 

 it after my fashion, and I warrant it good meat. 



VEN. Come, Sir, with all my heart, for I begin to be hun- 

 gry, and long to be at it, and indeed to rest myself too ; for 

 though I have walked but four miles this morning, yet I begin 

 to be weary ; yesterday's hunting hangs still upon me. 



Pise. Well, Sir, and you shall quickly be at rest, for yonder 

 is the house I mean to bring you to. 



Come, Hostess, how do you ? Will you first give us a cup 

 of your best drink, and then dress this Chub, as you dressed my 

 last, when I and my friend were here about eight or ten days 

 ago ? But you must do me one courtesy, it must be done in- 

 stantly. 



HOSTESS. I will do it, Mr. Piscator, and with all the speed 

 I can. 



Pise. Now, Sir, has not my hostess made haste? and does 

 not the fish look lovely ? 



