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but at yonder tree I shall catch a Chub : and then we'll turn to 

 an honest cleanly hostess, that I know right well, rest ourselves 

 there, and dress it for our dinner. 



Venator. Oh, sir ! a Chub is the worst fish that swims : I 

 hoped for a Trout to my dinner. 



Piscator. Trust me, sir, there is not a likely place for a Trout 

 hereabout : and we staid so long to take our leave of your hunts- 

 men this morning, that the sun is got so high, and shines so 

 clear, that I will not undertake the catching of a Trout till 

 evening. And though a Chub be, by you and many others, 

 reckoned the worst of fish, yet you shall see I '11 make it a good 

 fish by dressing it. 



Venator. Why, how will you dress him ? 



Piscator. I '11 tell you by and by, when I have caught him. 

 Look you here, sir, do you see ? (but you must stand very close,) 

 there lie upon the top of the water, in this very hole, twenty 

 Chubs. I '11 catch only one, and that shall be the biggest of 

 them all : and that I will do so, I'll hold you twenty to one : 

 and you shall see it done. 



Venator. Ay, marry, sir ! now you talk like an artist, and 

 I '11 say you are one, when I shall see you perform what you 

 say you can do : but I yet doubt it. 



Piacator. You shall not doubt it long, for you shall see me 

 do it presently. Look ! the biggest of these Chubs has had some 

 bruise upon his tail, by a Pike, or some other accident, and that 

 looks like a white spot ; that very Chub I mean to put into 

 your hands presently. Sit you but down in the shade, and stay 

 but a little while, and I'll warrant you, I'll bring him to you. 



Venator. I '11 sit down and hope well, because you seem to he 

 ,o confident. 



Piscator. Look you, sir, there is a trial of my skill! there he i^ 



CHUB. Lenciscus Cephalus. 



that very Chub that I shewed you, with the white spot on his 

 tail. And I '11 be as certain to make him a good dish of meat, 



