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VIAT. I attend you. But what pretty river is this, that runs 

 under this stone bridge ? Has it a name ? 



Pise. Yes, 't is called Henmore, and has in it both Trout 

 and Grayling ; but you will meet with one or two better anon. 

 And so soon as we are past through the town, I will endeavor, 

 by such discourse as best likes you, to pass away the time till 

 you come to your ill quarters. 



VIAT. We can talk of nothing with which I shall be more 

 delighted, than of Rivers and Angling. 



Pise. Let those be the subjects then. But we are now come 

 to the Talbot. What will you drink, Sir, ale or wine ? 



VIAT. Nay, I am for the country liquor, Derbyshire ale, if 

 you please ; for a man should not, methinks, come from Lon- 

 don to drink wine in the Peak. 



Pise. You are in the right : and yet, let me tell you, you 

 may drink worse French wine in many taverns in London, than 

 they have sometimes at this house. What, Ho ! bring us a 

 flagon of your best ale. And now, Sir, my service to you, a 

 good health to the honest gentleman you know of; and you 

 are welcome into the Peak. 



VIAT. I thank you, Sir, and present you my service again, 

 and to all the honest Brothers of the Angle. 



Pise. I '11 pledge you, Sir : so there 's for your ale, and fare- 

 well. Come, Sir, let us be going : for the sun grows low, and 

 I would have you look about you as you ride ; for you will see 

 an odd country, and sights that will seem strange to you. 



