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VEN : There, good master a most lovel fish. 



Pise : Scholar, you must get you sharper eyes. 

 Do you not see it is a bit of weed ? 



VEN : But look, dear master. There it riseth. 



Pise : Lend me your rod. I have no fly tied on. 



VEN : Nay, master, you know that I have a 

 detached badger. Would you use such a lure ? 



Pise : Why, scholar, it will prove merry sport 

 to take him so. Come, your rod ; I warrant you I 

 will fit you with a trout for supper. Note, scholar, 

 how I shall lay my fly three inches above his nose. 

 A plague take the wind ! 



VEN : Methought five yards too much on this 

 side. 



Pise : Nay, this was but a trial cast. So, I have 

 got his length. There that was another trial. 

 No man may fish in such a gale with such a rod. 



VEN : Good master, do you take your own, and 

 while you tie on a fly let me angle for this trout. 



Pise : Prithee, fair scholar, cut me off this willow 

 branch that I may regain my hook. Come, we 

 must try other measures with this gentleman. My 

 Fancy shall go forth in quest of him. Scholar, I 

 must again crave your aid ; it is somewhere in the 

 small of my jacket. 



VEN : Now, sir, you are fancy free. I pray you, 

 let me have my rod. 



