CHAP. II.] THE THIRD DAT. 97 



Ven. Ay, marry, sir, now you talk like an artist ; and I'll 

 say you are one, when I snail see you perform what you 

 say you can do : but I yet doubt it. 



Pise. Tou 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 ; arid, I'll warrant you, I'll 

 bring him to you. 



Ven. I'll sit down ; and hope well, because you seem to 

 be so confident. 



Pise. Look you, sir, there is a trial of my skill ; there he 



Chub. 



is ; that very chub, that I showed you, with a white spot on 

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

 meat, as I was to catch him ; I'll now lead you to an honest 

 ale-house, where we shall find a cleanly room, lavender in 

 the windows, and twenty ballads stuck against the wall. 

 There my hostess which, I may tell you, is both cleanly, 

 and handsome, and civil hath dressed many a one for me ; 

 and shall now dress it after my fashion ; and I warrant it 

 good meat. 



Ten. Come, sir, with all my heart; for I begin to be 

 hungry, and long to be at it, and indeed to rest myself 

 too, for though I have walked but four miles this morning, 



