THE THIRD DAY. 

 CHAPTER IX. 



PlSCATOR. 



A GOOD day to you, Sir ; I see you will always be stirring 

 ** before me. 



VIAT. Why, to tell you the truth, I am so allured with the 

 sport I had yesterday, that I long to be at the river again ; 

 and when I heard the wind sing in my chamber-window, could 

 forbear no longer, but leap out of bed, and had just made an 

 end of dressing myself as you came in. 



Pise. Well, I am both glad you are so ready for the day, 

 and that the day is so fit for you. And look you, I have made 

 you three or four flies this morning ; this silver-twist hackle, 

 this bear's dun, this light brown, and this dark brown, any of 

 which I dare say will do ; but you may try them all, and see 

 which does best : only I must ask your pardon that I cannot 

 wait upon you this morning, a little business being fallen out* 

 that for two or three hours will deprive me of your company ; 

 but I '11 come and call you home to dinner, and my man shall 

 attend you. 



VIAT. O, Sir, mind your affairs by all means. Do but 

 lend me a little of your skill to these fine flies, and, unless it 

 have forsaken me since yesterday, I shall find luck of my own, 

 I hope, to do something. 



Pise. The best instruction I can give you, is that, seeing the 

 wind curls the water, and blows the right way, you would now 

 angle up the still-deep to-day ; for betwixt the rocks where the 



