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Bill but here come Leister and Otter. Arouse 

 thee, Tirn, and let us give noble greeting to these 

 night-birds. I engage to swallow the whole host 

 of their spoils, were it even ten finger-loads. 



Enter OTTER and LEISTER. 



May. Thou wilt have a dainty supper, Doctor. 

 A dead dog ! by the eye of the Cyclops ! 



Leister. O wise Bill ! most sapient May-fly ! 



May. Is it not a cur, masters ? 



Swivel. Bah ! Bill, art thou a hedgehog ? 'tis 

 an otter, man ! The Tritons have had sport rare 

 sport. Egad ! boys, ye are in the eyeball of For- 

 tune ; she is your mistress. Fish too, and oh ! 

 Gaff, pull the blanket from thy temples, and have 

 a peep at this trout ! Saw you, Hackle, ever such 

 a fly-sucker ? he is the Ammon among those other 

 fishes, and seems as if he had sailed down Niagara, 

 or was lessoned into prodigiousness among the wa- 

 ters of the Mississippi ! I love the sight of him. 

 'Tis a heart-stirrer, and causes jealousy. I am in 

 humour to massacre ye both, because of your noc- 

 turnal achievements. More whisky, Meg! It be- 

 comes us to drown our vexation, and you, mighty 

 twain, to demolish before birth the effects of the 

 night air. This brute must be stuffed and incased ; 

 'twill form a befitting ornament to the walls of our 

 Club-hall, and will match magnificently with our 

 gorgeous specimen of the Loch- A we trout, weigh- 

 ing two stone, and altogether without a parallel in 



