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where we put down the otter. Look you, hereabout it was 

 that she kennelled ; look you, here it was indeed, for here's 

 her young ones, no less than five : come, let 's kill them all. 



PlSC. No, I pray, Sir, save me one, and I '11 try if I can 

 make her tame, as I know an ingenious gentleman in 

 Leicestershire, Mr. Nicholas Seagrave, has done ; who hath 

 not only made her tame, but to catch fish, and do many 

 other things of much pleasure. 



HUNT. Take one with all my heart, but let us kill the 

 rest. And now let 's go to an honest alehouse, where we 

 may have a cup of good barley-wine, and sing " Old Rose," 

 and all of us rejoice together. 



YEN. Come, my friend Piscator, let me invite you along 

 with us ; I '11 bear your charges this night, and you shall 

 bear mine to-morrow ; for my intention is to accompany 

 you a day or two in fishing. 



PlSC. Sir, your request is granted, and I shall be right 

 glad both to exchange such a courtesy, and also to enjoy 

 your company. 



VEN. Well, now let 's go to your sport of angling. 



PlSC. Let 's be going with all my heart. God keep you 

 all, gentlemen, and send you meet this day with another 

 bitch-otter, and kill her merrily, and all her young ones too. 



VEN. Now, Piscator, where will you begin to fish ? 



PlSC. We are not yet come to a likely place, I must walk 

 a mile farther yet before I begin. 



VEN. Well then, I pray, as we walk tell me freely, how 

 do you like your lodging, and mine host, and the company ? 

 Is not mine host a witty man ? 



