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young Condon the Shepherd played so purely on his oaten pipe 

 to you and your cousin Betty. 

 Maudlin. I will, mother. 



I married a wife of late, 

 The more 's my unhappy fate ; 

 I married her for love, 

 As my fancy did me move, 

 And not for a worldly estate ! 



But oh ! the green sickness 

 Soon changed her likeness ; 

 And all her beauty did fail. 



But 'tis not so 



With those that go, 



Through frost and snow, 



As all men know. 

 And carry the milking pail. 



Piscator. Well sung, good woman ! I thank you. I '11 give 

 you another dish of fish one of these days, and then beg another 

 song of you. Come, scholar ! let Maudlin alone : do not you 

 offer to spoil her voice. Look! yonder comes mine hostess, to 

 call us to supper. How now ! is my brother Peter come ? 



Hostess. Yes, and a friend with him. They are both glad to 

 hear that you are in these parts ; and long to see you, and long 

 to be at supper, for they be very hungry. 



CHAPTER V. 



MORE DIRECTIONS HOW TO FISH FOR, AND HOW TO MAKE FOR 

 THE TROUT AN ARTIFICIAL MINNOW AND FLIES, WITH SOME 

 MERRIMENT. 



Piscator. WELL met, brother Peter ; I heard you and a friend 

 would lodge here to-night, and that hath made me to bring my 

 friend to lodge here too. My friend is one that would fain be 

 a brother of the angle : he hath been an angler but this day ; 

 and I have taught him how to catch a Chub by daping with a 

 grasshopper ; and the Chub he caught was a lusty one of nineteen 

 inches long. But pray, brother Peter, who is your companion ? 



Peter. Brother Piscator, my friend is an honest countryman, 

 and his name is Condon ; and he is a downright witty com- 

 panion, that met me here purposely to be pleasant and eat a 

 Trout ; and I have not yet wetted my line since we met toge- 

 ther : but I hope to fit him with a Trout for his breakfast ; for 

 I'll be early up. 



