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on this side again, I warrant you, and the Otter too, it 

 may be. Now have at him with Kilbuck, for he vents again. 



Yen. Marry ! so he does ; for, look ! he vents in that 

 corner. Now, now, Ringwood has him : now, he is gone 

 again, and has bit the poor dog. Now Sweetlips has her; 

 hold her, Sweetlips ! now all the dogs have her ; some 

 above, and some under water : but now, now she is tired, 

 and past losing. Come bring her to me, Sweetlips. Look! 

 it is a Bitch-otter, and she has lately whelp'd. Let's go 

 to the place where she was put down ; and not far from 

 it you will find all her young ones, I dare warrant you, 

 and kill them all too. 



Hunt. Come, Gentlemen ! come, all ! let's go to the 

 place where we put down the Otter. Look you! here- 

 about it was that she kennelled ; look you ! here it was 

 indeed ! for here's her young ones, no less than five : 

 come, let us kill them all. 



Pise. No : I pray, Sir, save me one, and I'll try if I can 

 make her tame, as I know an ingenious gentleman in 

 Leicestershire, Mr. Nick. 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 ale-house, where we 

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

 and all of us rejoice together. 



Ven. Come, my friend Piscator, let me invite you 

 along with us. I'll bear your charges this night, and you 

 shall bear mine to-morrow* for my intention is to accom- 

 pany you a day or two in fishing. 



Pise. 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. 



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



