CHAP. V.] 



THE THIRD DAT. 



129 



Cor. Well sung, brother! you have paid your debt in 

 good coin. We anglers are all beholden to the good man 

 that made this song : come, hostess ! give us more ale : and 

 let's drink to him. 



And now let's every one go to bed, that we may rise 

 early : but first let's pay our reckoning, for I will have 

 nothing to hinder me in the morning ; for my purpose is to 

 prevent the sun-rising. 



Pet. A match. Come, Coridon ! you are to be my bed- 

 fellow. I know, brother! you and your scholar will lie 

 together. But where shall we meet to-morrow night ? for 

 my friend Coridon and I will go up the water towards 

 "Ware. 



Pise. And my scholar and I will go down towards 

 Waltham. 



Cor. Then let's meet here ; for here are fresh sheets that 

 smell of lavender ; and I am sure we cannot expect better 

 meat, or better usage in any place. 



Pet. 'Tis a match. Good night to every body. 



Pise. And so say I. 



Yen. And so say I. 



Waltham Abbey. 



