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ninth cast this fly lit not far away from the fish's 

 head. 



The fish took the fly confidingly into its mouth. 



Shortly afterwards I hit the fish on the head and 

 placed it in my basket. 



A motor-horn sounded. I looked towards the 

 road. Purfling in his car was trying not to run 

 over a flock of sheep. 



Now read this. I call it 



ISAAC ON A CHALK STREAM 



(PISCATOR, VENATOR, RAPTOR, 1 CORYDON) 



Pise : Well met, my loving scholar. You have 

 prevented me, I see. 



VEN : Ay, marry, good master. I have awaited 

 your coming this hour. Shall we be walking 

 towards the river ? 



Pise : Nay, sir, you have been betimes indeed. 

 But there is no cause to be so brisk. Trust me, 

 on such a dull day we shall find no fly on the 

 water thus early. And it is my purpose to drink 

 my morning's draught in this same good ale- 

 house where you have so patiently expected me. 

 Hostess, a cup of your best drink. Another. 

 Come, I will try a third. 



1 In English, Pot-hunter. 



