THE THIRD DAY. 

 CHAPTER X. 



PlSCATOR. 



OSIR, are you returned? You have but just prevented 

 me. I was coming to call you. 



VIAT. I am glad, then, I have saved you the labor. 



Pise. And how have you sped ? 



VIAT. You shall see that, Sir, presently : look you, Sir, here 

 are three * brace of Trouts, one of them the biggest but one 

 that ever I killed with a fly in my life ; and yet I lost a bigger 

 than that, with my fly to boot ; and here are three Graylings, 

 and one of them longer by some inches than that I took yester- 

 day, and yet I thought that a good one too. 



Pise. Why you have made a pretty good morning's work 

 on 't ; and now, Sir, what think you of our river Dove ? 



VIAT. I think it to be the best Trout-river in England ; and 

 am so far in love with it, that if it were mine, and that I could 

 keep it to myself, I would not exchange that water for all the 

 land it runs over, to be totally debarred from it. 



Pise. That compliment to the river speaks you a true lover 

 of the art of Angling ; and now, Sir, to make part of amends 

 for sending you so uncivilly out alone this morning, I will my- 

 self dress you this dish of fish for your dinner ; walk but into 

 the parlor, you will find one book or other in the window to. 

 entertain you the while ; and you shall have it presently. 



VIAT. Well, Sir, I obey you. 



* vipoke like a South-Countrymao 



