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Viat. Why, if you will not be angry, I'll tell you ; I 

 thought myself a stage or two beyond Christendom. 



Pise. Come ! come ! we'll reconcile you to our country, 

 before we part with you ; if shewing you good sport with 

 angling will do it. 



Viat. My respect to you, and that together, may do 

 much, Sir : otherwise, to be plain with you, I do not find 

 myself much inclined that way. 



Pise. Well, Sir, your raillery upon our mountains has 

 brought us almost home ; and look you where the same 

 river of Dove has again met us to bid you welcome, and 

 to invite you to a dish of Trouts to-morrow. 



Viat. Is this the same we saw at the foot of Penmen- 

 Maure ? It is a much finer river here. 



Pise. It will appear yet much finer to-morrow. But 

 look you, Sir, here appears the house, that is now like to 

 be your inn, for want of a better. 



Viat. It appears on a sudden, but not before 'twas look f d 

 for ; it stands prettily, and here's wood about it too, but 

 so young, as appears to be of your own planting. 



Pise. It is so, will it please you to alight, Sir ? And 

 now permit me, after all your pains and dangers, to take 

 you in my arms, and to assure you, that you are infinitely 

 welcome. 



Viat. I thank you, Sir, and am glad with all my heart 

 I am here; for, in downright truth, I am exceeding weary. 



Pise. You will sleep so much the better ; you shall pre- 

 sently have a light supper, and to bed. Come, Sirs, lay 

 the cloth, and bring what you have presently, and let the 

 gentleman's bed be made ready in the mean time in my 

 father Walton's chamber. And now, Sir, here is my ser- 

 vice to you ; and, once more, welcome ! 



Viat. I marry, Sir, this glass of good sack has refresh'd 

 me. And I'll make as bold with your meat ; for the trot 

 has got me a good stomach. 



