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and bring what you have presently, and let the gentleman's 

 bed be made ready in the mean time, in my Father Walton's 

 chamber. And now, Sir, here is my service to you ; and 

 once more welcome ! 



VIAT. I, marry, Sir, this glass of good sack has refreshed 

 me. And I '11 make as bold with your meat, for the trout has 

 got me a good stomach. 



Pise. Come, Sir, fall to then, you see my little supper is al- 

 ways ready when I come home; and I '11 make no stranger of 

 you. 



VIAT. That your meal is so soon ready, is a sign your ser- 

 vants know your certain hours, Sir. I confess I did not ex- 

 pect it so soon ; but now 't is here, you shall see I will make 

 myself no stranger. 



Pise. Much good do your heart ! and I thank you for that 

 friendly word. And now, Sir, my service to you in a cup of 

 More-Lands ale; for you are now in the More-Lands, but 

 within a spit and a stride of the Peak. Fill my friend his 

 glass. 



VIAT. Believe me, you have good ale in the More-Lands : 

 far better than that at Ashbourn. 



Pise. That it may soon be ; for Ashbourn has, which is a 

 kind of a riddle, always in it the best malt, and the worst ale 

 in England. Come, take away, and bring us some pipes, and 

 a bottle of ale, and go to your own suppers. Are you for this 

 diet, Sir ? 



VIAT. Yes, Sir, I am for one pipe of tobacco ; and I per- 

 ceive yours is very good by the smell. 



Pise. The best I can get in London, I assure you. But, 

 Sir, now you have thus far complied with my designs, as to 

 take a troublesome journey into an ill country, only to satisfy 

 me ; how long may I hope to enjoy you ? 



VIAT. Why, truly, Sir, as long as I conveniently can ; and 

 longer, I think, you would not have me. 



Pise. Not to your inconvenience by any means, Sir, but I 



